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February 2018 is done. Over.

Other than officially landing a decent job that I enjoy and completely changing my hair, I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. Another month of my life has passed and I'm still basically in the same place in life. I'm not depressed about it, but I'm not super impressed with myself either. I could be doing so much more with my time and I just don't.

I blame winter. I always slip into a funk right around Thanksgiving and I don't come out of it until about April..ish. I hate winter. With the white hot passion of a thousand blistering suns. I hate snow. I hate freezing rain. I hate cold wind. I hate getting in my car and being miserable until it warms up. I just want it to be warm. I love fall. Love it. NOT particularly fond of what follows. BUT! All of this is almost over. Why, in just a couple of weeks, Daylight Savings Time begins. One less hour of sleep but it means we're definitely wiggling out of the tight grip of Jack Frost.

However, I am not excited about sweating my tits off in a hot warehouse all summer. I AM glad that I am not in the same place I was at this time last year. FUCK that place. With something hard and sandpapery.

I really hope March is a good month. Not just for me, but for J as well. For Zeus. For us.