January.

I have to admit that January is getting old. I need things to get moving. I feel stuck, and stressed, and unsure, and I just generally need things to start heading in the direction of February and March, when I've convinced myself that things will surely be different. So I couldn't agree more with this recent blog post by Matt Bitz, explaining how January, Wednesdays, and the knowledge that you are going to die some day, all suck. I have to admit that actually November is generally the month were I freak out about how we are all going to die, but I get how you could feel that way in January, too. Honestly, I get how you could feel that way in June, but let's not make this about me.