Groggy damned morning, it is. God I love these New England winters. I think Lewis Black sums it up best:
'... the weather is gray, rainy, gray, sleet, gray, rain, gray, sleet! Snow, gray, every day it just gets grayer and grayer and grayer! You wake up one day and go, 'I'm not coming to work!' Your boss goes, 'Why not? You sick?' 'No! It'
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