Happy Day Are Yours And Mine

Right, cold rainy days. A sick drunk laid on. Everything is dying or dead. I know why this is going on and my normal chipper attitude is in the shitter. This time, though, I have someone to get me through it, sober and without drama. That's a big change from the normal way I get through this month.

Now, about the drama. I usually have no drama to speak of, though I have great drama potential. I mean, if you look at the sheer richness and amount of drama ore that I can extract, concentrate, and smelt into a nice, big, October related meltdown, then this will make sense.

It is (fucking) October. Some of you have been around long enough to know why I won't be back until November.