These are the Days

So today is one of my favorite kinds of days.

That dark and dreary drizzle day. This is the kind of day that makes me want to sit inside with a good book, and a pile of movies.

The other kind of perfect day is the bright but chilly one. Where the sun is out and it is mostly nice out, no wind, etc. But there is just enough chill in the air to remind you that it is autumn. Perfect. Get a pack of cloves, a couple of good books, and just go sit in the park for hours (the correct book for this day is House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski, or Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut, or The People of Paper by Salvador Plascencia, just so you know).

I had this discussion with D. (the female one that I'm smitten with) last night.

It was interesting.

But waking up this morning I still find myself fixated on that.

And it is time for me to get over that.

Now where is my copy of House of Leaves.

File under Vice.