My word of the day: I have a math’s exam in fifty minutes that I’m not ready for. Oh sure, I’ve revised. I intellectually ready for the challenge of my sets I am. I am not, however, physically ready. All I want to do right now is crawl away home, curl up in bed with the cats next to me and sleep until January.
I’m going to call it The December Malaise because I feel like this every single damn Christmas. Every. Single. One.