Time of the season for loving

IT’S MARCH!!!!  It’s March it’s March it’s March it’s March!!  OHMYCRAPP, KIDS!!!  The Girl comes home this month!  THIS month!  This one, the one that is now!  Not next month, not in a few months, THIS month!!  Now, not tomorrow.  Yesterday.  Not tomorrow, it happens today.  The damage today.  They fall on today.  They beat on the outside.  And I’ll stand by you.  Now, not tomorrow.  It’s happening now.  The crazed in the hot-zone.  The mental and diva’s hands.  The fisting of life to the music outside, to the music outside.  It happens outside.  The music is outside.  It’s happening outside.  The music is outside.  It’s happing now, not tomorrow.  Yesterday.  Not tomorrow.  The music is outside.    It’s happening outside.  The music is outside.  The music is outside.  Outside.   Outside.*

So, yeah, the Girl’s coming back.  I might be freaking excited, even if I’m pretty easily distracted.  Oh gracious, it’s good times, folk.

*Brief derailment of my rantings provided by David Bowie - Outside