My skin doesn't fit, my clothes feel funny, and I'm tired of wiping snot. Winter blahs, I guess. I was feeling sorry for myself yesterday, because it has been so long since I went out and had fun with friends. We are pretty social, but that socialness is limited to our house, for the most part. We have people over fairly often, I guess. But it's just not the same as dressing nice and going out. And it's not that I don't have people I could do this with, it's just that everyone lives so faaaarrrrrrr. I hate going out for dinner and drinks and then driving home. For an hour. Plus it requires such planning.

Oh well.