It's hard to grasp that February is already upon us. Out of all the months, this may be my least favorite. It's very girly, its primary redeeming value being that chocolate is associated. But what, with groundhogs, valentines, and being so adorably stunted in calendar days, it's simply too adorable.
Take, in contrast, August. Now THERE'S a man's month. I dislike it almost equally.
The point of this blog entry? There is none, really.
