But the summer is coming to an end and maybe things will get better. I love autumn, so that will make a difference, I think. Plus relevant sports are coming back, and I can see posts about that being written in spontaneous joy. Or spontaneous sadness, but hopefully not too much of that.
My birthday is on Wednesday. I am trying not to think about it. Especially trying not to think about where I was, or who I was with, last year on my birthday. I do remember impressing someone by doing a shot of Jameson, which was the highlight. And now we're drifting too close to specificity. Never mind. I've been specific enough on that topic.
I want to come back to this, but I feel blocked. I don't know. It's hard to explain. I just haven't had the same passion for pop culture-y things that I used to have that made me want to write about movies or TV shows. I'm behind on everything. I mean, I've only gotten through four episodes of the second season of Orange is the New Black. That's just tragic. There is no excuse for that.
Nothing is inspiring me right now. Hopefully that changes soon, somehow.
In other news, this song is the one that most accurately describes how I've felt all year.