Susan's mother has requested that Susan emerge from her mental sluggishness and BLAHg something.
Susan wants you all to imagine her rolling over in her cave, possibly even muttering screw off.
Susan really doesn't have much to say lately, her energy and ability to function like a normal person has been sucked out by Acme Sweatshop.
She saw a lawn filled with purple crocuses today, the first inkling of spring. It was pretty exciting at the time, but now eh. She hopes that by next week she'll be enthusiastic about daylight savings, and the week after that by St. Paddy's Day, but now eh
The lady who lives in the house behind Susan still has her Xmas tree visible in the livingroom, that's something Susan almost gets.