It’s that time of year again where, for six months (possibly longer) I will be driving home from work in the dark.
Bleh.
I don’t like this time of year. Well, I don’t like the beginning of it at least. I absolutely hate it. I complain. A lot. And then Gene gets annoyed cause I’m saying the same thing over and over, just in slightly different ways. But I can’t help it! I really don’t like the dark.
I just plain don’t like it. It makes me feel like it’s late and I need to go to bed. And I don’t want to feel that way.
I drove home today at 5:30 and it felt like 7:30 and it was stinky.
I have come to realize though, that I’m going to complain about the weather/temperature no matter if it’s warm or cold. I can’t seem to be happy. When it’s winter I want the summer, when it’s summer I want it to be colder (note: still not winter). I guess with that realization I should perhaps work on not complaining as much. Because complaining really isn’t very flattering. And it’s quite annoying to the other parties involved….
Sorry guys, but I had to rant! 😉
I HATE THE DARK