We're only a month into autumn, and the shortness of the days is already bothering me. I know I'll be miserable when we go back on standard time and it gets dark by six o'clock. The ends of the years have always been difficult for me, and I'd be much better off if I could hibernate like a bear. Bears have the right idea. So do people who live closer to the equator. I should either get injected with bear DNA or move to Bahia or Rio.
Disarray
We're only a month into autumn, and the shortness of the days is already bothering me. I know I'll be miserable when we go back on standard time and it gets dark by six o'clock. The ends of the years have always been difficult for me, and I'd be much better off if I could hibernate like a bear. Bears have the right idea. So do people who live closer to the equator. I should either get injected with bear DNA or move to Bahia or Rio.
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