It’s safe to say I’m sick of snow.

So, here I am. I'm just hanging out in Grace's apartment, waiting for my turn to take a shower. I'm sitting next to the big window in their living room, or whatever the equivalent of a living room is in this tiny apartment, and it's snowing. This really depresses me. I told Grace last night that if someone wanted me to feel like dying, they would create a machine that would transport me back into December, after living through the whole winter. That would kill me. If I had to live through three more months of this weather, I don't know what I would do. So please, spring, head my way if you can. That would be really nice. If there's any one thing that I am looking forward to over all else, it is summer. Brian, Matt and I are getting back together to play music this summer, and I am really looking forward to it. I am hoping to get a job working at a small business in small town Wisconsin, and spend my days riding my bike to work, being with the people that I love, and enjoying a summer away from Chicago. The city is bringing me down, and I don't even live in it.