I was unaware that the latter part of this week would bear a startling resemblance to fall. It's breezy, almost crisp, and on my jog this morning I swear I even saw some foliage that had begun to change. Having sent home my first round of boxes this past weekend amidst a heatwave of oppressive swampesque humidity, I am lacking any sort of jean-like garment and have but one hoodie. With no appropriate attire, I shall try to combat the impending chilly evening(s) with copious amounts of red wine.
Despite my best efforts, I guess you can't plan for everything. Also, having sold my bed, I now lack a place to sleep for the next two nights. The red wine should also help out in that situation.
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