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I am humidity's bitch

So, the drip from my ceiling was nothing more than a precursor to three days of the most miserable, fungus-inducing humidity I've experienced in this apartment. I've kept the air conditioner going at full blast, and it's still been so sticky that the floorboards make gooshy sounds wherever I place my feet. The paint on the walls is buckling, my books have more curls than Shirley Temple's head, and there's some kind of freaky mold growing in the bathroom. Ok, maybe I just need to clean my bathroom more often...but still, ENOUGH ALREADY. Isn't this supposed to be fall? I should be scampering around in piles of crisp brown leaves, not growing gills and listening to the cheese shout "wgah'nagl fhtagn!" from inside my fridge.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to turn up the air conditioner, and try to shoo that school of cuttlefish out of my living room.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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