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I hate March. It holds the promise of spring and never delivers. It's always still cold. At least it has been sunny. My biggest issue with March is my sleep. For some unknown reason I am exhausted this month. I'm not doing any more. I'm not sleeping any less. For some reason, my dreams are incredibly vivid and action packed and I wake up more tired than when I went to sleep. This goes on for the month of March and often into April. It has happened for the last 4 or 5 years. I hate it. I hate March.