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Apathy has always been an appendage to my Novembers through Februarys, and oh my god I forgot how freeing it is. I have a suspicion that this November it’s not going to stick, though, because my October was full of bad poetry and almost but not quite overpowering desires to get on a bus to Ohio or somewhere even colder and start a new life as a diner waitress in an efficiency apartment with a boyfriend addicted to pain-killers and his blind-in-one-eye golden retriever. It’s proven (historically, I think) that it’s pretty difficult to recover from bad poetry and weird dreams, even in the dawn of a fresh November.