I suppose all I’m doing is waiting for spring to come. I’ve been in such a case of hybernation, doing nothing all day except burying myself in thick comforters, my National Winter Pasttime. I hate being like this, but winter seems to be stealing the best of me.
So in an attack of nostalgia I’m putting on some pictures of autumn, at least the days when the trees weren’t too bald and the sun was shining; an ode to the days when it wasn’t so damn cold that you’d die of frostbite on the way to the grocery shop to buy Coke or something.
Also, if someone from France is reading this, send me an email and give me something to do. Or at least scare me or something with a story about a girl who died because all she did was stay in bed all day instead of discovering the joys of winter.
