Like the awesome guy pictured above, Spring has sprung unexpectedly upon Washington DC.
Yes Spring, when smoke breaks become something you genuinely enjoy, and ladies begin to wear wispy dresses for the first time in months and you feel like you're in middle school again as a result, and you eat your lunch in the park and feed the squirrels and read the newspaper and try not to burst with the pleasantness of it all.
New job, new future... So why am I still anxious?
Well, I predict unrestricted war with China occurring at some point over the next twenty years, so there's that. Fiji is officially sinking into the sea and I've still never been, so there's that too. More importantly, though, every year Spring brings with it that vague restlessness that comes with the warm air that nags at you, very quietly and in subtle ways, like a little invisible gnome that punches you in the nads with his little fist, ever-so-softly, more like a tap, that begins to get intolerable over the course of days.
This guy knows what I'm talking about.