January sucks. January is a suck-ass month. It’s cold and it’s dark and there are no fun holidays. New Year’s Day is NOT a fun holiday. New Year’s Eve, yes. New Year’s Day, no. And this particular January has been full of loooooong hours at work. So, I am glad that the last day of January is tomorrow.
Good-bye grim, glum January.
So long cold, dim January – don’t let the door hit ya on your way out!
January is supposed to be the month of beginnings. New Year’s Resolutions and all that bullshit. But January always leaves me with a distinct lack of motivation. January does not inspire ambitious undertakings. January sucks the energy out of me and wickedly whispers in my ear, stay under the warm covers just a little longer…curl up on your couch and zone out…no need to do laundry…forget about cleaning the bathroom…packing can wait…your plants don’t need water…
January is just such a bleak disappointment after sparkly December. And lovely Spring seems achingly far away. I suspect January holds a high opinion of itself, thinking it is truly a model month. The leader of the pack. Setting the bar for the other 11 months. January is delusional. January is one of those self-important blowfish, puffing itself up over nothing.
You get two more days, January – that’s it! And just so you know, I will not be sad to see you go.