You find yourself stir crazy at the prospect of spending forty minutes in your apartment. You are actually anxious to get to David's Bridal so some Midwestern woman can wrap a measuring tape around your most self-conscious body parts for the two wedding you're in this summer.
You tell yourself, Just make it through February. Then the birds will chirp outside your window and these large barren trunks will sprout into lush greens, reds, violets...
You make yourself write, but nothing you're supposed to because it's so damn hard to feel like writing when everything outside is dressed in various shades of gray.
You eat a gummy vitamin and have to force yourself to stick to the serving size because they're so damn tasty. You take a nap and dream of diving into a pool.
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