It's 70 degrees and sunny, but my bones still feel like it's 1998 and I forgot my Tamagotchi.

It's 70°F in February. My seasonal depression is confused. What's the protocol here?

It's 70 degrees and sunny, but I'm still complaining it's 'too hot'. I am my own microclimate.

It's 75° and sunny but also hailing and snowing. Pick a struggle, Mother Nature. #WeatherChaos

It's 70 degrees in February. My seasonal depression is confused. My allergies are thriving. Send help.

Finding a perfectly preserved Tamagotchi in a dusty box. My childhood is calling.

Public transport is just a social experiment to see how many people can avoid eye contact.