Sorta, just a bit.
I kinda want to punch a stranger
and throw a little fit.
I kinda sorta hate my life
but sorta kinda like it too
That's just how my Februarys go
28 days of blue.
My February funk hasn't been bad this year, and is leaps above Februarys of yore. But I'm still not feeling up to par. This past weekend was fantastic though. Good people, good drinks, good games, good movies. Cassandra and I will be making our BFF keychains during our breaks tomorrow and I should burn CDs for Kevin before he goes.
Right now I just want to beat my head against a wall, for no reason except that it would be different. Frustration sucks balls.
I POKE YOU IN THE EYE! ALL OF YOU! DRINK DAMNIT! DRINK!