A Month Not to Remember

We're lucky that this damn month only lasts 28 days.  Or 29 in some extreme cases.  Cause it can appear damn long to most of us livin' up north, on this shithole of a continent called "North America".

Political details aside, we don't really benefit from what I'd call a "fun climate".  Sure, we have about 8 consecutives months without snow, but it's not always all sun & games.  Rain, cold, wind, and all these unwanted guests often pollute our streets.  And then there's February.  The worse month of 'em all.

Nothing's going on !  We don't have the holidays excitement to get rid of, or my birthday to celebrate, as we do in January.  And we don't have the hopeful great snow meltings or March to rely on for entertainment.  We don't have Christmas & the mild end of Autumn, as we do in December.  We don't have SHIT.

Everybody's depressed, or seems so, thanks to the surreal sun light - when the sun bothers showing up, of course.

This is a month I truly hate.  And I'm sorry for all of you who were born around this time of the year, but it must suck !  Can't wait for March to come.  Reading week at university, and a shitload of nice bands comin' to town : Justus Kohncke, Hot Chip, Mathew Dear, Felix da Housecat...  Plus we'll see this white shit retreating somewhere else, melt in agony into water that'll be absorbed by the land.  And personally, I'll forget this "water" as fast as I'll forget fuckin' February.

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Apart from this shit hittin' the islamic fan and our recently elected conservative nazi, morose moods on every Montreal face and a cold ass day, nothing seems important enough to keep me from my main goal tonight : getting some sleep.

Even if I ain't doing shit with my day, I get home and feel as if I've been beaten up by a bunch of pro thaï kick boxers after being hit my a garbage truck and dumped into the St-Lawrence River from the Mercier bridge.  It's no use trying to read my school stuff with a brain that damaged, and it's no use trying to write something useful : I give up.