I've got spring fever. That's it. I'm sick of wearing jeans and sweaters. I wannna break out the mini-dresses and sandals. I wanna wear shorts and halter tops and flip-flops. I wanna go rollerblading along the West Side Highway and feel the cool spring breeze whizzing through my braids. I wanna go skate boarding in the little park by my house. I wonder if I've forgotten how since my precarious start last summer. The days are getting longer and I feel my body awakening from its sun light deprived winter torpor. My whole being is rejoicing, "It's April!! It's Spring!!!" My soul is singing the praises of warmth and sunshine! And to top it off, my birthday is a mere nine days away. So what happens? It snows. Snow. On the last of March, first of April. Haha...April Fools. Not to mention I'm having a huge allergy attack to boot. My nose has been running steadily since 7:30 am when my step nephew woke me up with loony toons blasting. And it's the last day of my vacation. Tomorrow, back to work. And I bet it'll be in the 70s tomorrow. Sunny. Spring. Ahhh...Spring.