I feel like fall but no one told North Carolina, it's still hot. Still muggy. I still have to run the window unit air conditioner all night long. Uncool. I have been looking forward to wearing this coat that I found in my family's (big theatre nerds all) costume box this summer and claimed as my own. I am also looking longingly at this. And wishing it were 1989 in New York and cold and crisp and crunchy and that big hair was cool and that I worked at an imaginary publishing company and wore big glasses and that Mary was Carrie Fisher and that David was much shorter and balding. I'm eccentric. Leave me alone.