I need to dip into my title creativity...tomorrow

I hate fall.  I hate winter.

It is a season of wet socks.  A season of mold, mildew, stuffy noses and rust.

Around this time, I develop an overwhelming urge to put on my grumpy bear face, pack my bags, and disappear into a cave for hibernation, until spring has sprung.

Generally, I distract myself from seasonal depression hatred with school.  I will confess to you that my involvement in school has less to do with a desire to succeed, and more to do with distracting myself from the elements.  On a side note, I hate pumpkin pie.

This year, no school for me.  You see, I have this baby...and I don't sleep much these days.  Homework would be difficult.  I have given a few wayward thoughts to taking some sort of fitness class, we'll see if that pans out or not.  (Aqua aerobics, anyone?)

I will try to make this blog my distraction, this time around.  You see, I used to be an avid blogger of a very creepy nature, but now I can't seem to find the motivation needed to do it.  Sure, going through old notebooks and posting terribly odd short stories is fun and all, but I solemnly promise to make an effort to make actual posts. 

Now my daughter is screaming her head off.  That's my cue!