Time Magazine always seems to anticipate the days when I'm going to take a long poop, and it always

[dolari]

At 5PM it was 92 degrees. At 6, it was 80, and at 7, it hit 70. It's gotta be in the low 60s out there...my windows are open, and the apartment is cold. It reminds me of the last days in my my last apartment alone. When I was sitting there, on the internet, in an empty apartment at 4AM...even my front door was wide open...and it was nice and cold.

Welcome, Autumn. Nice to see you! :)