First, no summer;
now autumn’s disappeared.
I’m not complaining or anything, but why do we have frost in September when it’s supposed to be autumn? To be fair, which I don’t feel like doing, we kind of had autumn in summer, so I suppose an early winter was inevitable.
Nature better get her act together or somebody’s going to get a kicking (there’s a reason I hold on to the Hub, and it’s none of that soppy love note business).
Yes, I’m still in a bad mood; I woke up at five, then watched Beckett pretend not to love Castle. Of course I’m in a bad mood.
A sleep-deprived Tilly is not a pretty sight. Somebody pass me the duvet; I think I hid the funny there.
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