Autumn.

There is something about fall that seems to make me just a happier person. Summer is nice, I suppose, but it doesn't offer the same kind of opportunities for scarves and sweaters. These are indeed the things that make me the happiest in my closet, and the chance to take them out is always good.


I suppose I seem to have gotten back in my groove. I just need to get shit done, and then it's done and I don't have to worry about it anymore. The world begins to seem more manageable. This is going to last perhaps a week.

And, I have to get to the DMV before my birthday so that my license doesn't expire.