RANT ALERT
I OFFICIALLY HATE SPRING. SPRING IN BOSTON IS ELUSIVE AND NON-EXISTENT. I'M GOING TO BE WEARING MY FREAKING UGGS INTO JUNE I SWEAR. WHY IS MY WINTER HAT STILL OUT? WHY HAVEN'T I STARTED WEARING FLIP FLOPS YET? OR SKIRTS? MORE THAN THE WEATHER, I HATE SPRING BECAUSE IT IS A TIME OF LOVEY DOVEY BUTTERFLY FIELDS AND SPRING FLOWERS AND PEOPLE EXERCISING THEIR HORMONES AND THEIR EMOTIONS AND NEW RELATIONSHIPS FILLED WITH ANIME BUBBLES AND DOE-Y EYED OPTIMISM AND ALL THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH. AM I BITTER? NO. BUT THIS IS ALL SO FREAKING DISTRACTING FROM THE 20 PAGES OF CON LAW READING THAT TAKE ME 8 HOURS TO DO.

ok, fine, maybe i am a bit bitter. if i could stomach it, i'd go fire handguns again.