Dreary on the outside.

The kiwi knew it was very, very dreary, and hardly anybody was ever
going to bother their arses finding out how fun it was in the inside.

'Fuck them' thought the kiwi.

PS. I am not the kiwi. I am both dreary on the outside and inside.
Especially today. Shitty cold, and my sinuses are killing me.
I looked in the mirror earlier and put another balaclava on.