Summer.

Staying up late every night for no good reason.
Watching gory movies alone and thinking the clothes hanging on the door are people in a foggy wake-up haze.
Wanting a bonfire with nowhere to have it.
Needing a car and not being able to afford the gas.
Learning new tricks and taking pictures all over the place. (Go look now!)
Saturday night impromptu drinks and vulture men.
Gusty wind and subzero temperatures 24 hours after sweating all the way to work.
Feist on the Windows Media Player. (I’d rather say on the radio, but she’s not, really.)
Short hair.
Actually shaving.
Allergies all over the map.
Job searching every day.
Admiring art I could probably make myself if I had the time.
Wanting to play guitar more.
Itchiness due to the lack of an Extra Rinse cycle on the washing machines in the new apartment.
The need to discover new authors.
Paragraph breaks.
Flossing and brushing twice a day.
Making at least one good meal a week.
Dan never writes blog entries anymore.
Have to go camping or up to the cottage soon; the city is giving me hives.