Spring sucks in the Fall.

plaid little girl pants, rumpled up shirts. purple-blue bins and accidental coffee stains. red cat hair rug. one of my crazy songs playing in the back of my head, looping over and over, wow, this Pabst is really doing the trick. now if only i can pull just One more out of my sleeve, all would be bright and sunny in the world of 322B Mulberry Street. alas, my magician abilities seem to have been lost. maybe it's just the shirt i am wearing: true, it does not have sleeves to pull AMAZING out of. well, i guess Fall weather is coming up soon. I keep on thinking it'll all fall into place, and get fooled lots to thinking it is indeed progressing that direction, but something else happens to just bring me back around to where i came from. Spring sucks in the Fall.