I'm avoiding stuff.
DUDE. I just realized it's November. It's November eleventh. I love October. Where did it go? I love November, too, though, so it's okay, I guess. The weather is pretty much amazing. You can wear a peacoat or a sweatshirt and it doesn't even matter, because your nose still goes numb and you still want a peppermint hot chocolate no matter what.
This is quite possibly the best thing ever. Well, not ever. But it made me happy.
I've been kind of sitting here with my fingers on the keyboard, not moving, for a few minutes. That means I should stop trying to make an entry.