marmalade, marmalade

weather's putting me in a foul mood. (weather, in combination with the details of my life, of course.) thick, wet, unrelenting heatwave. heard on the news it may get down into the 70s this week; that should be nice.

weather talk's out of the way.

nothing describes my year quite as succinctly as "shitty". the future is what we make of it -- perhaps -- but i can't see beyond august.

i know at some point in the future, i'll be able to look back on this year and breathe a sigh of relief that I made it through. i look forward to that day.