The mosquitoes appear to be finding it too cool outside at night these days, because they are all in my apartment. How is it that I am more covered in mosquito bites in October than I was all summer? Granted, it has only just become the kind of weather that requires a sweater in the evenings.
Does anyone but me decide at 2 a.m. that they want to do a bit of cleaning, hang a couple of posters, put up a thing on the wall to hang the cowboy hat off of (have to do something with it, after all), wrap a couple of gifts, hang t-shirts by colour, and decrumb the toaster oven?
It's now very late - ok, really it's very early. And I'm out of milk for tomorrow's coffee. Bleagh.