CW Fisher
Are you, like me, depressed, empty, void or null?
If the answer is yes, even a hesitant no, you have a serious condition that could require hospitalization in the rare event it's covered. Failing that, buck up. It's the middle of February. We're all defuckinpressed. It's just that your little monopoly on misery and pain suddenly has competition. And the competition is eating your lunch (in fast-food parlance). Suddenly nobody wants to hear your plaintive wail.
If you're a regular person with a job or a purpose, this seasonal depression is usually no big deal, but if you're a serious blogger, it could be disastrous. They say when you start getting comments about unemployment, it's time to hang it up. It's possible to be totally obloggerated overnight. Some say you can still trip over the threads of long-regretted posts that rattle down the distant halls of deep servers, awaiting some random resurrection even beyond the walls of measured time through the miracle of HTML, which is the first universal language since Esperanto and the first unpronounceable word since YHWH.
Person Who Is Reading This, if you're reading this, it's already proof you need to get out. Bundle up. Reboot. One thing before you go.
It's the Second Day After Valentine's Day Eve. If you feel let down, this is likely why. Who among us received a valentine? Anyone? Show of hands?
And no, I don't mean a paper heart in a paper envelope; I don't mean flowers, or candy, or the kind of valentine that arrives at your door wrapped in fake fur, with balloons and a guy named Clevon that handles the ice bucket, boom box and rules of engagement.
I mean who received a valentine? I didn't say get. There's a world of difference between getting something and receiving something. We get herpes; we receive a check in the mail. One who receives a valentine gets a surprise, usually a big one. They didn't know somebody loved them. You don't get this kind of valentine from a spouse, unless it's somebody else's.
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1 - Ms. Tek
=)
süß
(sweet)