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It's been unusually gloomy out lately. Overcast clouds and strangely a bit chilly. Thought there was supposed to be a time between summer and winter that this season called Fall would happen. It's not supposed to go summer instantly into winter. I want Fall! I want pretty colored trees, and pumpkins, and cool breezes. Long sleeve weather without being sweaters and coats. Crisp nights and long walks with crunching leaves. Picking apples for crying out loud! Not that I don't appreciate the break from the scorching hot summer weather anyway I can get it but I would like to enjoy each of the seasons separately for a little bit. And wasn't Fall supposed to happen closer to October? I think we're slowly killing our earth, at this rate Fall will be in August next year.
Gloomy days however make me want to do absolutely nothing. I am less then productive without a hint of the sun. My mom used to say that the sun was her battery and without it she just couldn't recharge, which I used to think was so silly when I was young and full of boundless energy. But now that I am clearly old -- 23 -- I can finally understand what she is saying! And you can say that it's impossible to feel old at twenty-three but anyone who knows me knows that I am secretly an eighty year old woman stuck in a younger body. Anyone who knows me knows it's true. What self respecting twenty-three year old opts to stay in instead of go out? Or falls asleep by eleven and has to get up twice a night to pee? Or the taker of the cake, who really honestly actually likes prunes but old people? I do!
I also learned a very important lesson today: Do not attempt to clean crap off the sharp edge of a knife with your finger. I think we all know what will happen. I'm not the sharpest crayon, clearly.