mostly, really, it’s just hormones coupled with nerves and a lack of patience. by this time next week, i expect i will have calmed down considerably. i’ll be able to focus on perfecting the hot toddy, finding the perfect brown boots and planning my uk holiday.
i know it’s fall because when i leave the office, it’s pitch black. when i wake up in the morning, my nose feels like it’s going to explode. my bedroom is chilly and i skate around my hardwood floors in socks.
i finally changed the lightbulbs in my bedroom. that’s one of those sentences that might sound really cryptic and horribly mysterious — or perhaps like a play on the concepts of dark and light — but it actually has no significance whatsoever. i just forgot how bright it gets.