Today is a day to be inside looking out.

It would be better if all the leaves were red and yellow, but I'll settle. The smell of the smoke from the pellet stove helps. As do my ugly alien bunny slippers. It's drizziling outside. Enought to make it look foggy. It's about forty-five degrees and falling this late in the day. The waning sunlight makes it look even grayer out there. It's been a day for hoods up and gloves on. Red cheeks and dull eyes. I'm tired. My eyes are watery. I can feel the salt crust on my cheeks where the tears ran.

I didn't taste them.

There are rain drops on the window next to me. The world is upsidedown in those little water globes. I like it better that way. The sky is gray, gray, gray. Gray like my jacket and shirt, gray like my sock toes, gray like someone's eyes.

Not mine. Mine are greeny-yellow today. Like changing leaves. I like the noise leaves make when the crunch. It's all very autumn. Autumn has to be my favorite season.

I think I should call someone. I need to talk. Or at least sigh at them over the phone. Maybe Evan. He puts up with that kind of thing. But it's Sunday. And he's probably off doing something like rockclimbing or iceskating. I'll try him when I'm done here perhaps.

I got Flight today. Volume three. Evan has either volume one or two, I don't remember and the artwork is jus so amazing I decided to get this one today. It was either Flight, V for Vendetta, Ring, Sandman Vol. 1, or H.P. Lovecraft.

---Don't die before I do.