Just when I thought it was going to warm up and I felt like it was okay to get all excited about wearing shorts, it gets cold! Dang.
Well listen:
This whole month has been a mixture of joy and sadness, pleasure and pain. Don’t believe me? Read this again. But on the flipside, I’ve had a great time hanging out with friends and jammin’ with Dave at the Comeaux House (I hope you enjoy your cruise!). So I’m sad but I’m happy. I believe the technical term for this condition is bi-polar.
This weekend was a sort of unlikely reunion of STM runners young and old at, of all places, Brightside Bar. It was fun. And strange.
School is just pooping along. I want to be interested, I really do. But I can’t seem to really enjoy the material. It’s like my brain is in deep winter hibernation. I need some good old Louisiana spring heat.
Speaking of good old Louisiana things, Mardi Gras is upon us. And this year I’m going to make a few parades back home and maybe in Baton Rouge too. I’ve already consumed my yearly quotient of King Cake, so I guess catching some cheap plastic trinkets is now in order.