I'm tired of winter. I'm tired of the bleak, empty landscape and the air that doesn't quite make good on its threats of impending snow. I'm sick to death of the grey sky and the black shriveled trees and the sun that never quite comes out all the way. I'm sick of staring blankly at the TV on the elliptical machine, running and running and never really getting anywhere. I'm tired of saying to friends "Yeah, I can't wait till it warms up and you come out for a visit...".
Fuck winter. I refuse to acknowledge its presence any longer.