My late onset of the Januarys continues, but I think my mood has slightly improved since last week. Booking a ticket to Maui to visit Molly and the Trav in early March definitely helped. To top it off, the ticket is free due to all the miles I've racked up on Hawaiian over the past couple of years. I'll get to see my little lovebug nephew and the whales and eat delicious food at Longhi's! I'll play on the beach and magically transform from pasty white to lobster red in no time!

Pre-vacation plans, Mols attempted to hustle me out of the January blues this weekend with a little pep talk. She said I shouldn't let the rain get me down, because the winter gray and yuck makes the grass green and beautiful flowers bloom in the spring. And then, if that doesn't do the trick, she says I must remember that I have big boobs and a small tush, so I should cheer up. Hmm. Never were wiser words IM'd to me at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon. What crap. But I appreciate her efforts.

My friend, who shall remain nameless in this instance, sent me a glum message this morning while suffering from a case of the Mondays. It turns out that a girl in Unnamed Friend's office got engaged this weekend and made the big announcement at work first thing. UF had to suffer through 20 long minutes of coworkers squealing, which led her to send irritated harumph emails to a fellow single girl a couple of cubicles down. I don't think any of us are eager to run down the aisle anytime soon, but come on. There is only so much of this sort of thing one can take. Sympathized with UF and told her that having to endure 20 minutes of throw-up inducing shrieks of marital glee is enough to put a dark cloud over anyone's Monday. She responded that you know things are not good when you experience jealousy as you step over used condom someone tossed on the sidewalk. Ew factor aside, I hear where she's coming from in her hilarious way. It kind of reminds me of the time my now-in-rehab hairdresser mentioned that he knows he's in bad shape when he starts checking out the homeless.

While we're on the subject, I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of 9 Songs from Netflix. People tell me it's basically a porn flick with an updated soundtrack. Goody.

While typing all this, I just noticed that the dictionary.com word of the day in my inbox is incommunicado. I feel like that may have been smart advice before I started this post, but now that I've gone to the trouble...