Let me just put this out there. March sucks. I have never met anyone who was enthusiastic about it, certainly no one in the Northern Hemisphere who lives anywhere with seasons. It feels like spring should be just around the corner. It's not. It feels like the snow should recede like John Travolta's hairline. It doesn't.
It's not a cruel mid-winter warm tease, it's just a miserable stretch of cold, wind and still a good month from anything resembling spring. And it's not even here yet.
I think I have seasonal affective disorder, spring fever, cabin fever and possibly dengue fever. I'm not sure, i just know my soul is leaking from my sinuses and I need the summer.
There. I said it.
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