“These endless days are finally ending in a blaze.”
No other phrase that I’ve heard recently could describe the events going on around me in this college town, as classes prepare to ramp up, and thousand screaming college students make their way to what was, just a week or two ago, a nice place to live.
This summer has been frought with the tyrrany of those all-to-well-known doldrums, all to often found in the hot and humid months when people, efforts, and even time itself seem to slow to a crawl.
And I, of course, have found it very difficult to do any sort of writing.
Now I sit in my local haunt surrounded by the not-so-dull roar of inebriated dullards. Woo-hoo.
This summer was, however, slightly better than the one summer that I had several years ago, shortly before I moved to this town to begin college myself. I called it “The Summer of Hell” for a reason. Someday, I might tell you exactly why.
But fo rthis year, what deity ever decided to give us this triple-whammy, I’ll never know. Not only is there a full moon tonight (today, actually, full moon was at 12:53 A.M. this morning), but it’s both a Saturday night, and the Saturday night before classes start for the academic year.
In short, we’re all boned. I plan on going home and curling up with a good book and a rather large and scary looking weapon to defend my domicile from the invading hordes.
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