Boris Pasternak, 'February. Take ink and weep'; this month so far has been the complete opposite of the poem I chose, but it represents a past of mine from two years ago, so here it is; the differences between now and then are simple – there is no more wondering if I made the right choice that prior december; and well blue eyes™ was always patient, wasn't he? Now we're both waiting for the racing seasons to begin – oh and quite the ending to the nfl season, parade time tomorrow!