The truth is, we're weeping. Just like the newly unveiled weeping Kurt Cobain statue in good ole Aberdeen, Washington, we've got tears in our eyes for the shortest month of the year that still somehow felt the longest. Whatever mythical hex that goddamn groundhog put on us has got to take a breather, especially since it effectively put an end to the precious life of Harold Ramis. Why you gotta be so cruel, February? After all we've done for you this month, you think you'd wanna give us a freebie, but nah. With notes of Drake, hints of beef, awards shows, and the Winter Olympics just proving that we care about so little at the end of the day, we're glad to see you go. Good riddance.