Today, I'll be at "work" with Jethro, tidying up the studio and, well, his desk. Wish me luck.
Apparently today is...(dramatic pause)...Blue Monday. Wasn't that a song by some new wave band in the 80s? Help me out here?
Somebody determined that today, January 17, is The Most Depressing Day Of They Year.
This kind of bums me out. Haha. See what I did there? Bummed out about a depressing day? I don't know about this. I might have to call BS on it. It's just a day. If you're going to be depressed, you're not going to pick a day. I can tell you one thing: right about now I'm totally over Christmas like it never happened, and I've got two more months of winter, then I've got April, which for some reason has been my worst month for the last few years. I've got snow and cold followed by mud and misery. So today? Pffft. Whatevs man.
If January 17 makes you want to hang around in your room and cry, remember this: today can't last forever.
Besides if you really want something to get all bent over...
NOBODY WORE A SPARKLY GOLD DRESS WITH STOOPID CLEAVAGE LAST NIGHT.
No immature "golden globes" jokes! Darnit.
Instead, just Ricky Gervais making a lot of people uncomfortable and Johnny looking fidgety (but gorgeous) and Angelina looking distracted. Me, on the couch, taking notes. I wish I was kidding.
fidget squirm adjust squirm fidget. Like a kid in Gade 4 watching the clock and waiting for the bell to ring. Poor guy.