Grump Central Archive: Week of 28 February 2021

Saturday, 6 March 2021

Strange to think that I made a fire last night, since the low dipped into the low 20s, yet one week from now the high is supposed to be nearly 70.

Friday, 5 March 2021

My space is being encroached upon. With the improved weather the last few days, I've noticed something odd: I can see the setting sun in places I'd never seen it before. From the opposite side of the forest that my house faces, developers are pushing their way in my direction. While I believe the wetlands will protect me from ever having to stare at anyone's treeless, chemically-treated back yard, it's quite unsettling to realize that people are chipping away at my view. Humans are hell-bent on occupying every possible square inch of space, and tearing down swaths of precious woodlands in the process (incidentally, I cut down exactly one healthy tree—and a very small one at that—in order to build my home). It makes me sick to my stomach to think of these beautiful natural areas being leveled to make room for god-awful ugly developments. I'm glad I won't be around much longer. I hate people. They're ignorant, tasteless, and they breed like rats.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

Next week it's supposed to hit the 60s. I am sooo looking forward to that...

Wednesday, 3 March 2021

Hmmm... don't recall seeing something like this in quite a long while.

Tuesday, 2 March 2021

I've been trying to think of something profound to say, but... I can't even think of something mundane.

Monday, 1 March 2021

Nothing to say today.

Sunday, 28 February 2021

I am so extraordinarily tired. Despite knowing it would be like this, I'm still rankled by my "new normal." It's as if gravity was somehow increasing, slowly crushing me. It's all I can do to make it through a day. I can't help but feel my time will soon be coming to an end. Speaking of, here's a little gallows humor, courtesy of a friend. I don't have a problem with it: I've always said the last thing to go on me will be my sense of humor, dark though it may be.

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