Around this time of the year, from the
beginning to the middle of October, I become REALLY depressed. I don’t
know if it’s a hormonal thing, some really fucked up male PMS’ing, or
just the air that circulates this time of year.

Maybe it’s because Christmas is right
around the corner and I hate Christmas just about as much as I hate
polio. I mean, as I was growing up, Christmas was just pure magic– and
not just because of the presents mind you but because I had a wonderful
family to spend them with and we had a number of traditions. I don’t
know when it all stopped but it did and it’s just really sad. Thing’s
just aren’t like they used to be; I guess it’s just me coming to expect
that my family would always be around; I mean they still are, but we’re
just divided nowadays.