i feel that foreboding sense of dread as the bitter, evil cold descends upon us.
not even fractionally but exponentially. when did it become -- excuse me, PLUMMET to -- 9 degrees? fuck you, new england.
anyway, i wish it wasn't winter, or about to be. i wish the air didn't smell like snow.
it's just.. i always get so unreasonably sad as the weather gets brittle, and i feel so far away from everything, and especially everyone. i'd like that not to happen this year.
it'll be fine in 09, right?

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