There’s nothing else that can be done except avoiding repeating sailing with the Cap’n every night from here on out.
Dealing is dealing and it sucks. I’m awaiting my fair share of family ailments/deaths. It won’t be long.
The only reason February doesn’t have 30 days is that the suicide rate would be higher if it was as long as proper months are.
Fuck you guys, February is the best month of the year. Assholes. I hope each and every one of you host a party in a two story house, then go upstairs to pee, but then realize someone else is in there and turn around to go to the powder room, but then you trip on the top step and fall down the stairs in to the living room where coincidentally the guy who is now dating your ex girlfriend who you are still in love with is telling a really funny story turns and points at your sorry ass, and everyone laughs at you, totally destroying any sense of self-respect you had. Then you spend the rest of the night in your friend’s car, until your friend finally comes out with “a girl he just met” (that is actually your ex) and needs you to drive. Your friend is staying with you, so you spend the entire night listening to your friend bang your ex girlfriend (who you still love) in the next room. You cry yourself to sleep at 5 AM and go to work the next day at 7:30. You stub your toe on the way in to the office.
My birthday is in February, assholes.
Yeah, January was far from stellar to [thread=500957]begin with[/thread]. The day following the day we buried Babe (who passed on my son’s 16th birthday) yet another sister-in-law went into alcohol withdrawal. She is finally out of the coma, but she’s never going to be 100% again. No worries about me getting too cozy with The Captain, just a couple to take the edge off tonight.
I feel that I am hijacking this thread, so feel free to email or pm me, FGIE. Dealing does indeed sucketh mightily, and it often helps to have someone to vent to.
BTW Algorithm, my birthday is in January. That didn’t keep the month from being totally horrid. Chill out, and Happy Birthday. I hope that yours was/is fabulous.
I’ve always hated February.
It’s cold.
It’s dark.
Post-Xmas bills due.
Just crappy all around.
GO MARCH!!!
You racist.
I like February. The days are short, but they’re getting longer. The month is short. You get President’s Day off (Martin Luther King Day isn’t a given…). And it’s not the coldest month of the year in my experience. January is the coldest fucking month. In the entire month of January, the fucking temperature never gets up 25 degrees. The wind comes down off the mountains. It snows every day. Today the temperature was at close to 50! It actually rained!
February means we’re closer to spring.
Is it really? I would have thought it the warmest for that activity! 
Cannot argue with that logic! 
Quasi (In the middle of the night, with nothing to do but snip and cut and paste and stuff, all in good fun!
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I was ok with February until Mother Nature decided to queef out 2 inches of snow in six hours last night.
I am sick of winter and February just hangs on to remind you it is still winter.
I have had no heat in my truck all winter and I am tired of being cold. It is like driving around in a fucking refridgerator but I think a fridge is warmer. It is a white Jeep Cherokee so it even looks like a fucking fridge only with wheels.
I did find out that the little digital temperature gauge in my truck will in fact report a minus as I drove to work when it was -9 degrees. I could have lived not knowing that. My banana froze on the way to work.
Fuck February and fuck winter.
I will be back in July/August to complain that is fucking hot and humid.
Sorry, but I too like February, it’s my birthday month, (I turned 50! 
And for my birthday, I got a horse!
Not just any horse mind you, but a big, beautiful and very smart draft/paint cross who is now 22 months old and can already do a bunch of tricks. She will be here Thursday. Want to see a video of her?
I will now return you to your regular scheduled pitting.
SUN, that, totally is what this is all about: Not necessarily a problem with a solution, but a recurring problem with which all of us can identify.
Here’s to The Common Man
Quasi
Here’s another person who hates February. It may be the shortest month technically but it drags on and on and on till forever. It is a terrible month, and the weather is unrelentingly cold and boring, and there are no good holidays. Valentine’s Day? Well, I am one of those that sends cards to my single friends, so that’s OK for me, but it still isn’t a great holiday. And it’s really busy here at work, too.
When I lived in California, I was usually sick of the rain by February.
Now I’m fucking sick of snow.
I love February.
/birthday 2-15
//paid bimonthly and thus makes 7% per day more in feb…
///lives in Florida
The ancients had the right idea: End the calendar in December and begin it in March.
I think instead of having holidays and vacation days, we all ought to hiberate for January & February. Just stock up, stay inside and ignore everything.
Fucking A. I am so sick of February. My life is awesome, everything is going great and I have nothing to complain about. (And I would love to share my karmic vibes to kaiwik and others not as fortunate as I am right now.)
And yet today I woke up filled with rage and grrrrrr. I’m grouchier than I can ever remember being and all I want to do is crawl into bed with my dogs and not talk to anybody. I spent the trip to work wondering why I felt so rotten and it didn’t take long to realize the answer. It’s FEBRUARY! FUCK YOU FEBRUARY!!
With the exception of that gorgeous warmness last week, we’ve been buried in snow since November and the sun has barely showed his face since then (can’t blame him, really, it’s awful here). I can’t take it any more. In this weather, riding my bike to work is just as awful as taking public transit so I don’t even get to enjoy that small pleasure. My skin needs sun on it. I need to walk outside without bracing my body against the ice and the wind! I’m bloody sick of sweating under all these motherfucking winter clothes (and freezing without them!) I’m bored of being inside my house but sick to death of the alternative. GAHHH!!!
Thanks. I think I feel a bit better now. But I won’t recover until March, which still seems like a million years away.
This is the time of year when I most want to move to the Atacama Desert. Maybe this would be a nice town to live in, or maybe one of the observatories there is hiring…
See, now this is just the sort of pollyanna horseshit that will cause The Movement to fail and we’ll be stuck with this stupid neverending month forever.
Captain Carrot: the fact that it can be pronounced either way is NOT an argument for liking it. According to the British, there are two ways to pronounce the word “aluminum”, but I’m not buying their bullshit either.
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: I need to get out of here.
In addition to the monumentally shitty weather, I’m mid-divorce and moving in four days. I want this month OVER.