Winter is here, and I'm feeling it. Three loads of laundry are waiting for me in the basement. Dishes in the sink are rising like a stack of Phil Ivey's poker chips. I can almost hear the carpet screaming desperately for the vacuum... and what am I doing? Blogging. And even that seems somewhat of a chore at the moment. All I want right now, is my bed. To sink inside it's warm embrace and ignore the world. How pathetic.
