I feel it's winter, finally.

Another weekend completely wasted, frittered away. I could almost feel my brain cells dying, if not for the fact that the brain doesn't have any pain receptors. I need perseverance. By the bucket-load. Yesterday I couldn't decide if I wanted to turn my graphic tablet into a Frisbee or a scratching post. I did neither. I'm sick of these temperatures (and it's not even fucking sub-zero!). Of these gray, bullshit skies. Mud, everywhere. Fucktards firing leftover fireworks. Layered clothing. Fingered gloves. The stench of sweat in trams. Stocking caps. Dog shit on the sidewalk. Each face like a meth-head's mugshot. Three months to go.