I’m aware of the fact that there are a lot of people who get depressed towards the end of fall when it starts to get dark at four in the afternoon and the temperature drops past hoodie weather and into the realm of actual coats.

I am, as you’ve probably guessed, not one of those people. Spring was kind to me and lasted longer than usual, but now that it’s officially hot out and still light after dinner, I am completely morose. It seems like all I can think about is the fact that there are at least three or four months of sweat-soaked discomfort standing between me and feeling like a human again. Until then I will make do with air conditioning and iced coffee, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it, and by god I don’t plan to be.

I really ought to move farther north.

I’ve been scolded most mercilessly for neglecting all of the Internets, yea, these many weeks. So here’s a bit of unabashed blogginess to tide you over until I get off my ass and rebuild my real website: my boyfriend just walked out of the kitchen with a tub of frozen FreshDirect cookie dough. I advised him that what he was planning was a bad idea, but he ignored me and popped an entire frozen cookie-shaped lump into his mouth. He then complained that it was cold.