Inept

I just don't have anything to say.
We are taking it easy after a very relaxed Thanksgiving.
If you can call it that.
More like a faux Thanksgiving, I whipped together stuffing out of the box, popped a huge yam in the microwave and opened a can of cranberry jelly. Of course, there was no turkey- no oven you see...
I am going through a patch of non-writing.
The crazy rantings of the Anti-Feminists are exhausting.
It gets dark at 4.30 pm.
My job situation is slightly bleak/non-existent and my arse is to lazy to do anything about it.
Nordic Ennui? Mais oui.