Last Wednesday I stepped off the bus in the best mood I've been in for days, maybe even weeks. I had slept in. I was showered, dressed, and on campus for something besides class.
Then it hit me...
What the fuck guys? When did it turn into November? I don't know what to do with myself now. Even though the sun was shining, all I could think about was the torment yet to come. The excitement of Rory's visit was starting to wear off. I trudged to the UCC with a heavy heart. November? Really?
Fifteen Dollars for Food and Still No Sign of Redemption
Every year I volunteer at the school's Graduate and Professional Schools fair. Usually I meet a few interesting people. Almost without exception, I get a lot of free stuff. The big bonus is the fifteen dollar meal card they hand me for as little as an hour's worth of work. But I still wasn't feeling it. Even after a hefty lunch that I didn't have to pay for, even with my bag loaded with chocolate I didn't buy myself, something wasn't quite right. It was still November.
Whiner!
I know that many of you have the distinct impression that I am just being down to be down--but I truly despise the world in November. Everything is gloomier; nothing is jolly; the sky is dark, and if it's not raining it's snowing. Today it's sunny. Pure fucking spite. I don't know how much longer I can go through with this...
