The days will be getting longer again soon. I’m ready for a few more moments of light every 24 hours. I keep finding myself listening to upbeat songs a little too loudly, like they’re audio TNT that will burst open the stagnant cocoon of my apartment. I want to blast a hole in the wall and throw antique dishware through it. I need a million soccer balls to drop kick into the sun. I’d like to catapult myself at a giant vat of Koolaid and take a swim. I want to burn all the phone books nobody uses anymore and sing terrible songs into a megaphone while wearing a flapper dress I found in a free pile.