Good morning, Tuesday. Good afternoon, September. Good evening, 2012. I stumbled upon this song a few weeks back and thought it seemed apropos for the end of summer doldrum empty strangeness that occurs in 92% of us when everyone goes back to school and suddenly the house is full of paperwork and jury duty summons (ugh) and postponed deadlines and everything is loud in its silence.

Autumn is the season we call fall and one day we're gonna rise above... 

(All rise.)

133. Cigarette Burns by: Flunk