Aside from the downpour last Thursday evening, we've had some excruciatingly beautiful days here in the DC Metro area. A little cool in the mornings, and shorts-and-t-shirt temperatures in the afternoons. Unmistakably pleasant.

And all I have to say is: enough already. I can't work in this stuff. Sure, days like this are nice to walk around in, but they also lull my brain into a dazed stupor, making any sort of creative thought virtually impossible. All that seems to come out of my mouth are stupid-sounding phrases that just beg to end in an exclamation mark: "Look, a pretty bird!" or "Wow, check out that amazing sunset!" or "It is just so pretty outside!" This is no way to carry one's self. Like Shirley Manson, I'm only happy when it rains, and I don't think I can last much longer under this barrage of niceness.

So far, I've managed to maintain my sanity by piping howling wind and rain sounds throughout my apartment, sporting knee-high red galoshes (because I wouldn't be caught dead wearing yellow) and a raincoat, and occasionally immersing myself in the tub. I mean, that is sane, right? But this can only work for so long. I'm ready for the leaves to turn, man. I'm ready for the sweaters to come out, so I can throw them all in a big pile on my radiator and each time I head out cycle through the entire lot of them to find the perfect one to match the degree of coolness, or the moisture in the air. Oh, how I miss you, sweaters. October, I'm leaving it up to you: Rescue me!

PS: I was just kidding about the galoshes. I didn't want you to think I was crazy. They really are yellow.

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