February

You're killing me.

Lets talk about today.

• Five months since I last talked to you
• Stepped outside into the Arctic this morning
• Got to class and realized I left my coffee in the car
• Forgot to do my homework
• Bombed a quiz
• Almost fell on my ass because IUP didn't cancel class or bother to plow the 2 inches of ice off the sidewalk
• Went to Starbucks to get another coffee and the girl screwed it up

It's only 2 o'clock! Who knows what the rest of today has in store.  Not to mention what the rest of the month contains.  Another "2," homecoming, valentines day.  All the coulda, shoulda, woulda's.  Good grief can't a girl catch a break!

Last night as soon as it hit midnight I knew facebook was going to blow up with "it's February!" "he's coming home this month!"  I want to be excited too.  I should have been up waiting for it to hit midnight so I could post my happy status with everyone else.  But no.  No homecoming, no rock.  I waited so freakin long for this month and it's nothing. 

I want my bed, my teddy bear, and a stock of nyquil so I can sleep for the next 28 days.