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Time is moving so fast. In general, at least. In the moment at hand, it seems as if it's crawling. I'm not sure if it's because it's so cold and miserable outside or if I'm just bored and don't know what to do with my day. But it seems like only yesterday it was last January. Only a few moments ago and I was at the golf course. In reality, it was only minutes ago that I was standing in my bathroom straightening my hair and wondering why the fuck it was so cold in there. Meanwhile wearing a cami and panties. Nothing else. I've since put more clothes on. I can't take the cold and I don't want to pay a phenomenal electric bill. ((It's actually 70 in here but I run cold. 80 is when I feel my best.)) I just want to be able to sit at my desk, look out the window, and not see death, mud, and patches of snow. I feel cold just looking outside. I want to see trees with leaves on them. Flowers. Birds. Life. I want to go out and start working in my garden. I just want to be outside. Getting a tan. I hate being trapped in the house. I'm not a winter bird. I just can't.