jack frost.

i'm starting to feel as if the crest of the wave has reached its zenith, and the entirety of the watery mass will soon fall upon my head. with the onslaught of this week has come many forgotten problems: newspaper articles, math equations, questions of ethics, work schedules, and many other such burdens that had been easily forgotten. a constant drumming has overtaken the carefree tune that had been previously playing in my head. this headache doesn't seem to be subsiding. the cold here wraps and covers the entirety of the world, a blanket that buries even the warmest of souls. this winter apathy is getting the best of me today. i want nothing from myself in these times of no sunlight and eternal cold. to lay sleeping under heavy blankets until the sun returns and digs up the soft earth is all i aspire to. tonight will be a night for dancing. for loud rhythms offsetting somber melodies in a foreign land. i have been second guessing my eagerness for these festivities all day. the temperature is supposed to continue dropping as the night fades on, and by morning, there will be no ground left safe to trod in these parts. if i could, i would have long ago put a bounty on jack frost. he must be behind all of this.