I hate autumn.

Lee’s discussed this with me, telling me about all the good things that autumn brings. Cooler temperatures, the crispness in the air, the turning of the leaves, etc.

I concede that autumn itself isn’t so bad.

But I still hate autumn, because of what happens to me every frikkin’ year.

I get sick. I get depressed. I get irritable for no good reason. I’m tired all the time. I have to start wearing socks and shoes when I’m not at work. I hear all the little plants squeaking “save me!” “save me!” and there isn’t a damn thing I can do.


Because of the cooler temperatures (and the grey skies), it’s already started happening this year. It’ll get better by the time I hit October. I like October. The air really is crisp. Nights are dark without being ridiculously long. It’s quit raining. There are not yet any holidays to worry excessively over…but October’s a ways to go, yet.

Why, oh why, did autumn have to start so early?


Ray, Lee, and I did indeed catch a cold, one that has prevented us from going up to see Kaylee. F*!@ing autumn.

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