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February is the Napoleon of Months, it's short, oppressive and likely to hijack revolutionary urges for it's own ego. Plus it kept trying to sell me Louisiana.
February has been a gigantic sidetrack in most cases. I've seen nobody, except on a brief side-trip to Portland. I've been sick more days than I care to count. I'm getting bored of being inside and I'm still not done with the things I wanted to be done with.
But it's over now. It's March, and that means three things.
1. Spring [break] is coming. I am so looking forward to a bit of warmth in the future and a bit of a break from teaching.
2. Dance Party. Tentatively the 15th of March. Beware the March of Ideas! Epiphany 2: Around the world.
3. Birthday. My last one in Bloomington, so I'm gonna celebrate in some style. I imagine that I'll hijack the dance party for a bit of celebratory nonsense.
I just want a little time to stretch.
February has been a gigantic sidetrack in most cases. I've seen nobody, except on a brief side-trip to Portland. I've been sick more days than I care to count. I'm getting bored of being inside and I'm still not done with the things I wanted to be done with.
But it's over now. It's March, and that means three things.
1. Spring [break] is coming. I am so looking forward to a bit of warmth in the future and a bit of a break from teaching.
2. Dance Party. Tentatively the 15th of March. Beware the March of Ideas! Epiphany 2: Around the world.
3. Birthday. My last one in Bloomington, so I'm gonna celebrate in some style. I imagine that I'll hijack the dance party for a bit of celebratory nonsense.
I just want a little time to stretch.