Dreary February

For being the month of lovers, February is definitely dreary and nothing so lovely about it--well, except the name.

By this time of the year, I've had enough of snow, cold, bitterness and the darkness settling in so early that it feels inescapable that we're imprisoned it's dungeons of betrayal. I get anxious for March to come around, though that's hardly any better, ever. The snow that keeps piling in front of our door is rather discouraging and we've slowly pulled into ourselves with our situation and all, and well it being Madison and being too cold to actually do anything within walking radius of the city.

The holiday season is over, everyone's bank accounts are broke, and the cheeriness is gone. Everyone is in the mode of self loathing and possess the attitude "let's just get over winter, shall we?" and have let everything else go to hell. Everyone is depressed, everyone is stressed and we've been imprisoned in our blocks of buildings we've created for shelter, security and privacy. Too much privacy. I doubt anyone has seen one another since Christmas parties.

February puts me into depression just by existing. Thankfully, it's a few days shorter. Why? It beats the hell out of me.