Aims handful of metaphorical beans at encroaching metaphorical demons. I FEEL YOU, BRO!

Sometimes (conspicuously often in winter, I've found), it seems like all the different aspects of life are annoying, dragging, stagnating, threatening at the same time, conspiring against me. But it is phasic, I know. This too shall pass, or whatever. Time to gird the loins, paint my face with crazy colors, and howl at the infiltrating armies of bullshit.

Well, at least January's over. That was starting to feel like a hostage situation.