I Never Really Cared for March

March 7, 2011 § 1 Comment

It’s March.

This worries me.

One week down, and nothing TERRIBLE has happened. Three weeks to go.

Fret.
Worry.
Wonder.
Wait.

Why?

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.

Fret.
Worry.
Wonder.
Wait.

Wine.

§ One Response to I Never Really Cared for March

  • shampoosolo says:

    It’s April 2. Suck it March! (Though you did prove your mettle with the earthquake, tsunami, and continued nuclear meltdown in Japan. So thanks for that, asshole.)

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