As of this week it is officially autumn, and I am officially STOKED. I moved to the Pacific Northwest for rain and drizzle and dreary and cloud, and this sunny wonderful summer than everyone has been so delighted about has gotten me DOWN. Sunshine = depression.
I'm ill. I realize that. But... eh, I enjoy my illness. The clouds and rain are slowly settling around us, and I've been watching everyone in the city develop that collective hunch: summer is over, life is sad, where's my coffee? And it fills me with glee, because autumn... autumn is my summer. Let it rain, bitches, let it rain.
Also, where's my coffee?