I have Spring Fever and I have it bad. All I do is stare out my window at the desert and wish I was somewhere else. I have these hippie-like fantasies of hanging out in Golden Gate Park and making flower wreaths for my hair. I’d bring my boombox (ipod) and play Led Zeppelin and smell all the pot being smoked. I’d stare at the sky and watch the clouds…

Or!

I’d get out my backpack and pack it up and go to Europe. Ride the train around and talk about Neoclassical art while listening to harpsichord music. That would be nice.

Or!

Maybe my fantasy should involve a sun-dress, a margarita and a beach in some remote town in Mexico. I could wash fishermen all day long.

Sigh. Yeah, I have Spring Fever and I have it bad. Sadly, my only option is chaining myself to this computer and working on a book that’s due June first. But a girl can dream, right?

Am I the only one suffering from this condition?