Lies.

I lied. Spring is not here. It is not warm outside. The birds are NOT singing and I cannot smell the fresh cut grass. I am doomed to hide out in my dark apartment for the rest of my life, bundled up in my blanket. I hate the snow. I wish it would go away and that the wind would not turn my nose and ears red. I want to put all my jackets away and pull out my shorts and flip flops.

Oh what a happy day that will be.

I guess I just have to keep enduring this awful stuff. How lame.