There. I said it. It's probably the first and, I hope, the last summer I will ever say that, but there you have it. I'm sad. I want to cry a lot. And the problem won't rectify itself until the fall. So, hence, summer is bad. Fall is good. My intellect has waned. I need to blow my nose.
That's as profound as is gets this evening.
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Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
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The heart knows little of dead ends. And by the way, that Dreyer's ice cream with the little Nestle tollhouse cookies in it is the bomb! I prescribe a half-gallon; call me in the morning.
Sigh. I'm not even good at indulgence anymore. After a good cry in the afternoon, the most I could muster was a sugar-free vanilla ice rage. But I did get the 20 oz. size. I'm so bad.
Awwww, buck up little camper! You have to keep me company this summer...
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