Bah humbug

To the tune of “If I Only Had a Brain”

It seems a bit belated,

I prob’ly should’ve stated,

I hate this vile month.

From New Year’s Day to groundhog

I miss the cracklin’ yule log,

and hate this vile month

…or something like that. Looking back at Januaries past, I find a few common threads. I’m almost always tired. I’m almost always trying to overcome an overwhemling sense of New Year’s defeat, and the people around me are all very cranky or about to go off the deep end.

And this vile month is no different, Chico.

This morning my eyes popped open at 5:30am. I must have been channeling my mother or something (though she is very much alive and was probably awake as well). I washed dishes, I cleaned up the kitchen, took out the trash, read the news online, won $50 playing online poker, and indulged in a fine mug of coffee. Now, almost three hours later, I’m wondering if maybe I shouldn’t go back to bed instead of going to work.

If I only had a brain, I just might.