PSA: Be a friend!

Fuck, y'all. This is it. That time of the year when things get shitty. You see friends less, you feel worse, you eat more, whatever it is that makes you realize things are shitty happens. February is close, and that's always a drag.

I'm committed as ever not to let it happen. I'm gonna keep asking what's up or what's going on, even if nothing is, because submitting to it is like drinking pink medicine. Let's get together and cook a dinner. Let's bake cookies or maybe a cake. Let's put pot in them. Let's brew hot chocolate or heat up some cider. Fuck, guys. I'll play board games. I'll go to the museum. I don't care. I just don't want to spend the next six weeks holed up, hugging the radiator, wishing I could hibernate.

Spread the warmth! You've got no excuses not to.