view the world from american eyes

Well, nothing out of the ordinary is going on here. I feel the need to write, however, and besides, people yell at me when I don't.

Autumn, though? That's incredible. Despite only being my second up here, the season is impossible to take for granted. At this point, the leaves have done what they will, so people are all fucked up about winter being almost here, but that's the quirkiness of Northerners for you--anger and depression over shit they have absolutely no influence over. Not that I'm saying anything bad about Northerners, since in the South, the theme is to picket gay peoples' funerals, stomp you into the ground for having unique beliefs and opinions, et cetera. I could go on for awhile.

Tomorrow I've got another Scrabble match at The Quiet Storm. It's becoming sort of a weekly thing between Zach, Jacque and I, for which I am very happy. I've had a consistent schedule with Wednesdays and Thursdays off for awhile now, so to get out after the end of the work week and do something intellectually challenging is a rather refreshing change from various Orders, Fires and also, Pick-ups. Maybe the greatest thing about any time off from my job is that I can allow myself to simply concentrate on one thing alone, instead of ten, fifteen entreès all at once, which can be a bit mentally exhausting.