Monkey. Monkey. Underpants?

Wow, January is nearing it's end. Crazy. Wasn't it just November? It's probably for the better, I guess. I'm not much use in January (or February or March for that matter). Something about the winter months slows me down. Some I know suffer from seasonal depression, me I suffer from a justified reason to be indoors with a blankie reading a book. Baby, it's cold outside! To that end I don't do much during this time of the year beyond eating soup. I used to think that if reincarnation were a real thing then I was most likely oxen in another life. That's right, not one but two (two I say!) very large beasts of burden. Considering my complete lack of gumption or anything resembling productivity during this season I might revise that reincarnation thought. Perhaps I was something that hibernates like a bear or a badger or a something... hmmmm... a what? Wait, it'll come to me.

Well, I should post something I suppose it being over a month since I posted last and all. However, since it is January and since I cannot seem to post anything of consequence two posts in a row I will leave you with a view into my brain courtesy of the CW and Lauren Graham.

Lorelei: ...my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. I'm writing a letter, I can't write a letter, why can't I write a letter? I am wearing a green dress, I wish I was wearing my blue dress, my blue dress is at the cleaners, the Germans wore grey, you wore blue, Casablanca, Casablanca is such a good movie, Casablanca, the white house, Bush, why don't I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car, I should really take my bicycle to work, bicycle, unicycle, unitard, hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.
Rory: Hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants?
Lorelei: Exactly! That's what I'm saying, it's a big bag of weird in there.

Oh! A Tasmanian pygmy opossum!