It really doesn't feel like my birth month, and it definitely doesn't LOOK like a February without snow on the ground. I'm not complaining (much) about the lack of snow, but it's a bit disconcerting.
I'm going to be 29. It's bizarre. I don't even really know what I want this year. Though, really, that's not too different from the past few years. The older I get, the less my birthday means something to me.
In less cynical/depressing news, hi, id I ever mention I got a new kitten way back in November? I totally did. She was WAY YOUNGER than any kitten I've ever had because she was a rescue kitten, and I got to experience feeding her at 4am from a syringe. She's VERY big now, and very rough in her play. X3c But also a total purrface sweetheart, so it's all good.