It's fall. I mean, really, truly, past-September-21st-fall. Autumn. The air smells crisp, tainted with the merest hint of damp earth. The leaves on the trees in the front yard are turning, see?
Except it was 80 degrees today.
I aim to spend the whole glorious, October day tomorrow in this house, getting things "done"...or as close as I can get them.
Too blown-out tired to put coherent thoughts together...
Time for bed!
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did i tell you that my friend autumn is getting a new roommate? her name is summer.
truth.
that is fucking...fucking incredible, is what that is!!!
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