Cold. Why.

Why today needs to leave me alone:



• It's too cold
• I spilled coke on my keyboard and now I have to press the space bar super hard. Or twice. What the actual hell.
• I wrote 'Septemper' instead of 'September' just then. Accurate.
• The massive spider I ran away from the other day has survived a combo attack from two of the cats AND the dog and decided to hang out on the kitchen floor to see if I'd do the arm-flailing scream of doom again. I did.
  
  Okay, so it's not Armageddon, but I still want to punch September in the throat. With my face.