Morning of 10-6-6

The unusually warm weather seemed to recede yesterday in favor of the crispness that I enjoy autumn for. Most people seem to associate fall with death and the like, but I reckon I like it. Maybe it’s because of my own romantic patterns, but I associate fall with romance. How much more cliché can you get than the teenage fall romance? Spring, my ass, the good shit happens in fall at the beginning of the year. Cool enough only to require a hoodie, but you’re still aware of the warmth of the person you’re with.

Now as much as I love winter, it’s just not romantic to me. Because I’ve never had any romance last through November, nor begin until at least March. *shrugs* Just observations. Okay, winter is very romantic to me. I’ve just never had anyone to share it with. I don’t really see how summer’s all that romantic. Being hot and sweaty, and your partner’s just as hot and sweaty. I like being hot and sweaty after I have sex, not before!

I’m having oatmeal and prune jews for breakfast. I’m feel so old.

I called Cliff last night to inform him that I got shit to do this weekend. I feel good, I think I’ll be able to study somehow. *burps loudly* Morning! Also informed him I’d love to train him (rocky style). It’s been about a year since I became interested in all of this, so I remember what it’s like when you first start. It’s very intimidating. I know we’ll eventually have a time when we’re both not busy.

As soon as I finish all this fiber, I need to #2. Ha ha, whenever I finish an entry with a #2 commentary, I feel like Lauren. She practically has pooping patented.