wake me up,

...when september ends.
ouch.
did i just quote up on some green day?
what am i,
an A-hole?
i must be coming down with something.
like a sweltering case of the douche-chills.
c'mon.
i should've gone with an Avett Brothers lyric,
but i'm not all the way ready for that much dopeness.
have you heard the newness?
go get it.
right now.
you need it, you really do.

this is it.
the last little bit of september.
already.
time certainly blows by at about a billion bits a second.
october is on it's way.
parts of the world are already there, even.
this week will usher in a pair of important berfdays,
but we'll burn those bridges as we come to 'em.
the very beginning of next week is what's actually worth waiting for.
and once it starts,
the secret stash of cash i've kept locked away is getting broken out.
somebody call the hospital and tell 'em to get the stomach pump ready;
Falafel Week begins in just a few short days.
and when i say short,
i mean it.
early sunsets have been stealthily encroaching on my daylight savings account.
it's pitch black out before dinner's cooked?
what?
at least i can curl up and take 'er easy as she goes,
with a good book, a ganache-glazed barbarian brownie, and a lovely ladyfriend,
all under a toasty flannel blanket,
without the dark and dank leaking in.
new windows are doing it for me these days,
and doing it well.
i've got a lot of optimism for the days ahead.
the right nows aren't exactly epic,
and i'm not exactly livin' it up,
although i'm still living well;
there's a pot of pasta fagioli and escarole on the stove,
there's a comforting comforter on my bed,
there's more of this lessened leanness to learn a lesson from up here,
but still,
it's all really happening,
and the really real reality of a slowed-down season is sinking in.
the weather is ugly over here,
i wish i were beautiful,
as much as i wish you were here,
in the meantimes,
i'll settle for ugly, broke, broken, and dope;
never quiet, never soft....