I've reached the point in the year where, traditionally, I fall to pieces. February is the cruelest month, cold and wet when you're sick of winter, short, and grey. February is the month when I get hit by absolute boredom and hatred of, well, pretty much everything (except the internet. Oh how I love the internet). Strangely enough, I still havethe February sense of life, even though the weather here seems more like April (but is as fickle as March). February is marked by ennui.
Last week, if I had written this post, I would have told you about how homesick I was, how jealous I was that Allie got to go home, how tired and bored I was...but not this week. This week, despite a nasty chest cold, I feel much better. I woke up this morning and felt at home for the first time in a long time. However, February is working its cruel charms, and I am still tired and bored with my work. But we are already halfway through, and soon enough February will be gone, and I will have two papers due.
In other news, it's Abraham Lincoln's birthday today! And Charles Darwin's, as well. So a happy birthday to two hugely influential, intelligent, and dead men.
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Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must away, ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
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- "Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,/ Healthy, free, the world before me,/ The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose." --Walt Whitman, "Song for the Open Road"
2 comments:
But February will be great because you get so see me TWICE!!!! I'm excited!
Yes--February will be/is/was great. And the flowers, Whitney, the flowers!
But it's still February, and it still makes me lazy and apathetic.
By the way, do people say "Feb" instead of "February" in Lancaster? Because people around here do, and it drives me up the wall.
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