so, it's supposed to be that time when the unrelenting cold of february finally melts into the joyous month of march. but when you've had a 2011 that's been mishap after mishap... well, you start looking ahead. to june, perhaps, when i will finish my degree? no, june is too far into the temperature change. by then it will be intolerably hot indoors without air conditioning. and why is my string of mishaps so commonly referred to as a "comedy of errors"? i'm not laughing. perhaps it means comedic to some buddha-in-the-sky/flying-spaghetti-monster/sparkly-poptart-flying-unicorn type deities, if they deigned to notice what i'm calling misfortune. i plan to cling a while to the feeling of bitterness. the bitterness that permeates me when i really get down in the gritty feeling of noticing and remembering all the shit that's gone down that ought not have: getting laid off at work, being a slowpoke at finishing school, having a totally messed up hand, knowing that upon finishing my degree, there will be no immediately practical jobs waiting for me. not without me writing tons of heart-felt and convincing cover letters, which we all know i'm sincerely disinclined to do. i wish i wasn't. but i am. what i am inclined to do, however, is to get drunk and go to disneyland. and by this, i mean, get drunk all day long, and stay at disneyland all day long. and do this on the order of, oh, every day for the whole rest of march. it'd be better if i didn't have to wait in line, of course, but hopefully the alcohol would make the line waits more pleasant, as i might find myself needlessly talkative and endlessly engaged in other people's small talk. it could be really, really fun. except for the whole liver damage thing. and the fact that i'd be squandering away precious time during which i ought to be getting a start on this quarter's upcoming classes. so i guess it's not to be. meh.