drydem | (no subject)

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.

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I soooo know exactly where you're coming from.

yeah, February kept shitting on my friends too. That pissed me off.

When are you leaving Bloomington and where are you going? (you may have already said this and I missed it)

I didn't realize just how lousy February had been until it was over, and i looked back and said "Damn, that sucked." Even my birthday didn't make it worth the hassle.