This time last year I was freezing my girly bits off in frozen (and very snowy) Wyoming. This year I have to go outside to find air cool enough to breathe.
I'm sure that 300 days in (give or take a couple) I should have something cool or important, or whatever to say.
Really, though, I'm in the middle of the mother of all headaches, trying to hold off the worst bits long enough to eat. Sparkly bits are back in my vision, time to hunt down food while I can still see. I'll sane/ history at you guys monday. Honest.