I Never Really Cared for March
March 7, 2011 § 1 Comment
This worries me.
One week down, and nothing TERRIBLE has happened. Three weeks to go.
March 2009: One blown-out knee. Three months of walking with a cane. Twelve weeks on crutches. Six months of physical therapy. One whole leg that’s never been quite the same.
March 2010: One electrical fire. One night spent in car. One condemned building. One frantic move into a hotel. Eight weeks living in hotel. Three to six months of jumping at every little sound before we finally relaxed and slept through the night.
March 2011: What have you got waiting, you bastard? Going for the trifecta? Yes. I thought so. I have your self-fulfilling prophecy right here whenever you need it.