She's not dead; she's electroencephelographically challenged

I do hate tht it is sunny one day and rainy the next. I am slightly sunburned on the back of my neck. So far, no pain. Also, my arms don't appear to be tanned but there's a difference between arm that has been in the sun and arm that hasn't. But I'm still pale. It's January and all that and yet it's not very warm. I mean, I'm running around in pants and a sweater. Gah. Bad weather.
Don't say happy new year. I'm done with all my happy new years. It's just not something I get excited about at ALL. I very nearly did nothing for it. Part of this did have to do with my being piss ass broke, but still. I don't think I've done anything big for New Years for some time. After going to bed about about 2:30-somethimg I was wide awake before noon... and the flat was practically empty.
I think it's going to rain again. Damnit.
I am chatting with my mother. Her use of ellipses is getting on my nerves. Thankfully, though, she isn't doing all the questions about job searching and Massey stuff. Mothers worry, I know. But it gets smothering sometimes.
Sorry if I sound so bitter and grouchy. I don't know what's got into me.

Fin.