February

Reasons February Doesn't Suck:

(1) It's two days shorter than other months...wait, not this year.
(2) Football season! Wait, that ended last month...and doesn't start again to August.
(3) You can start wearing all your new spring...no? You can't? Cuz it's still cold? Whoops.
(4) All those new episodes of favorite shows...that don't come back on til April cuz of the strike.
(5) Winter Olympics! No? Not this year?
(6) Valentines Day! And I'm still single? So...that's not good, right?
(7) President's Day! It's a national holiday! Yet I still had to work?

That's it, this month sucks.

February

Lots going on in this head at the moment. It's that period of time when I simply have to tell myself what I should be thinking in order to quell all that my pessimistic mind would have me dwell upon. Part of this I blame on the impending doom of February.
I'm serious. February is that time of year when everything sort of looks grey, there is little that brings joy or hope or promise. Spring is an eternity away, daylight is as dull as a textbook and skin is dry and cracked. It just makes those things that are less than ideal even more disheartening. Dar Williams has an old song about February that I don't particularly like, but it does capture the time well, the freezing and the forgetting.

What I've been listening to lately:
Old school Hole, like "Doll Parts" and "Miss World". Why I don't know
"These Friends of Mine" album by Rosie Thomas, featuring Denison Whitmer and Sufjan Stevens
Old Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
"Fisherman's Woman" album by Emiliana Torrini
And, randomly, Styx. Like "Mr. Roboto" Styx. "Come Sail Away" Styx.
And then "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots, Pt. 1" by the Flaming Lips.
(So songs about robots)
The Indigo Girls first album. I think this brings me comfort, since I've had it since I was 8.

(the above photo is with Natalie at my college graduation. Nat has been my mentor, friend, and mother figure for close to ten years. I owe much of who I am currently to her and her strength, humility, honesty and integrity. Last week we found out her cancer has returned. Her spirits are great, she's ready to beat it for a third time. I'm not, I'm a friggin' mess. I have puffy eye syndrome from bursts of tears. I want to take four shots of cheap whiskey and then kick something)