Not to be, like, “this month was awful” about every month or anything but February is my least favorite month. After September, I mean. February and September are my least favorite months. But this is February so I’ll stop mentioning September. It hasn’t happened yet. It hasn’t happened in months.

This February wasn’t so bad, though! (Hasn’t been so far, anyway. This post is a little premature, but the weather forecast claims there’s a chance for “isolated tornadoes” tonight – after dark! my favorite time for that kind of fear! – so I’m getting this out of the way before everything’s ruined.) I only found out I have to have surgery – the kind of surgery where a doctor shoves a camera into your guts and then burns some stuff out and gives you some hydrocodone and tells you he’ll see you in a few years to do it again because you’ve been blessed by god with a chronic and otherwise mostly untreatable disease. Haha!

It’s fine.

This month I read Daniel Berrigan’s Prison Poems, just because, and I finished Slouching Towards Bethlehem, which gave me all the right feelings. I’m still watching Criminal Minds, because I’m spending a lot of time on the couch in pain and half-delirious, and I think I’m convinced that CBS has a backlog of unaired mid-series episodes it’s shoving into my queue because there is no way I haven’t seen this whole show already. I also started The Fall, because I will apparently stare at any crime show, no matter its country of origin unless it features, I dunno, Sherlock Holmes, because I’m not going anywhere near that.

Sorry. Digression.

I ate a lot of oatmeal. I listened to some music, too.

Future of the Left – Arming Eritrea

Fleet Foxes – Drops in the River

This is funny because this was also one of my most played songs last February, which was a month when not putting Fleet Foxes on repeat every time I got in my car to drive to campus to panic about my thesis made panicking about my thesis once I got to campus 500 times more unbearable. I’m not even writing anymore and I’m still defaulting to this.

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Girl in Amber

If a more devastating song exists I do not want to know about it.

H Hawkline – Moons in My Mirror

Devendra Banhart – Fancy Man