Mermaids Never Lie

September September September.

I've lived in Massachusetts in September within the last five years. The last time I did that was two years ago, I think. No, three. I guess that's been a while, too. But oh September you are so lovely and you are so lovely and you are so lovely. I am excited for October, too. Come on foliage. Bring it.

I love September. Maybe I'll name my daughter September if I ever feel like life on Earth is good and safe enough for me to bring a child into it. The weather in September is like the weather in the Bay Area always. Maybe that's why they say the weather is perfect there. September is perfect. I love the September wind and the September sky.

September September September.

There's more I want to write, but I don't think I can.

I started school for real and I don't have any time for anything anymore. But I'm still going to try to do all I can whenever I can. Maybe it helps that I think the world is headed for disaster because I'm trying to live as much as I can while I can. I mean, the whole fear and panic about the world doesn't help things I guess. But I am not about to think I didn't do all I could while I could.