The only date you'll ever need to know? March 13.

Tulips and valentines and Rock-Chalk-JayHawks.

The beginning of March is my favorite time of year: My birthday is two weeks away, January and February are over (fucking finally), and a month from now, it'll actually be warm and spring-like again (perfect for getting drunk outside)!

Until then, I'll be holed up in our apartment, like usual, trying sew things, looking for a job, and getting ready to suck up my pride and go be a substitute teacher for once and for all. Sigh.