I am going to write something cheerful today if it kills me. Which, uh, is maybe not the right mood to approach it with.
–Me
On the other hand, after I ship a big box of shoes to Italy I am going to go ice skating.
Yeah, I am 50 fucking years old and I am wearing skull shoes and stripey socks. In public. Suck it, Fashion Police!
First, I have to get some coffee into me.
Does this count as cheerful?