Like I said in the Artist's Comment, February was terrible to me. My car got smashed up in the night (the girl's dad paid for it, fortunately), I got rejected at two different jobs and it was February. I repeat the fact that February exists for the simple reason that I hate it. It's the worst month of the year, particularly in Minneapolis. The novelty of winter has completely worn off and the cold just seeps into your bones, picking away at your soul.
But March is here now. The temperature has gotten up to 43 during the day. Strangely, this means that there are now dozens of people wandering around in shorts. Truly, people from Minnesota, Wisconsin, the Dakotas and other northernly climes are touched in the head.
Ya, you betcha
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