This is the winter of my discontent!

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My time starts to feel more and more like the office cake for _______'s birthday, and everyone else has gotten a piece, and i'm left standing there, with a fork. where's mine? that looks really tasty. not that i would do anything productive. i really just want to laze around my cozy little apartment; not getting up early, not answering phone, not pretending to not hate boss, not walking to/from car in cold, cold winter. (i know, it's really not that cold...) and another thing: why is it that i used to be able to go outside in the dead of winter when i lived in NY with a light jacket and be perfectly fine? i hear your blood thins when you move south, but this is redikeruss.