I can’t take it anymore! Spring has to stop toying with me. It’s winter, it’s almost spring. No, it’s still winter. No, it’s spring… almost but not quite. There’s yellow stuff over there, there’s purple stuff over there. There are depressing, bare, and stark tree limbs up there. It’s cold, it’s almost not cold, it’s windy, it’s windy, it’s windy, it’s WINDY and spring will never, ever come again. It will be cold and dreary forever and ever, but maybe not. HaHaHaHaHaHaHa!!!!!!!!!