March 1st

Hey C,

It's March 1st. You've had the last two months to be an apathetic mess, barely making it by without most realizing that something's wrong. Just like the last two months you had blocked off for this last year, and the year before that. Your room is a mess, as it typically is this time of year. You've got stuff on your floor and stuff stacked on top of more stuff. You have as many sweaters and shirts thrown over the backs of chairs and your couch as are hanging up in your closet. You have stacks of bills to file away and quite a few junk emails that you've ignored and haven't marked as read.

It's time to move on. February was objectively a success: you got the job you've wanted for the past couple of year. Arguably, it's the best entry-level position you can possibly have. And then, you got a roughly $8000/yr pay raise for said position that makes up the difference between living with your parents and living where you want. You had a great birthday with good friends who care about you, and the fact that everyone who you knew in the bar that night - who didn't come out specifically for your birthday -was around your table is a testament to you. They don't see you as the kind of guy who would spend four hours in bed on a Monday afternoon, but that's what you did yesterday.

Time's up for spending your spare time in bed. It's time to move on from apathy and darkness, and move on with your life. It's almost spring, and you've only got two and a half months left here in college. It will go by quickly. It's time.