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What a crappy week last week was. Seven days of stress-puppy annoyances all rolled into one nasty big fat week.

I am aware that a lot of my posts recently amount to a little more than a mega-winge but so far January has been one big downer. Every year to date I have somehow managed to escape the dreaded January blues. In fact, I kind of dismissed it as a media construct, a psychological hype of a most plastic nature.

I guess I was wrong.

This angst-ridden January has been handed to me on a moody platter to teach me a lesson - 30-something years of overdue gloom come home to roost. But the outlook is brighter. By the end of the week it will be February and surely a magical mood change is in the offing.

I hope so. I really do hope so. I am starting to bore myself.

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Manhattan Mama said…
I have to agree YLM. What is it about January? I'm so irritated that when people ask me what I'm doing I just want to bite their heads off. February...we're waiting for ya.
sarah said…
Happy February 1st! Hope the doldrums take a hike!

When I spent a semester in London (back a bazillion years ago) the flowers were starting to come out in Regent's Park about now. So jealous. We won't have flowers here for 3 more months!

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