… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
Yeah. Not around here, can tell you that much.
In short, way too much grass, way too little snow for this time of year around these parts.