I can already feel it breathing down my neck; the weirdness, the strangeness, the emptiness of it. I always get a little weird by the end of March. I've been this way for nine years now. By April 17th I'm amazingly numb and sometime that night I realized I've made it through that day once again. I'll never grow accustomed to saying it's been 9 years since, it's been 10 years since, it's been 25 years since but it will come even if I don't utter it.