Last night, Emily asserted that it "doesn't feel like summer". I told her it was probably just January with a heat wave.
I'm not even sure what summer should feel like, but I'm pretty sure it isn't this. Perhaps we're all gloomed with the reality that college or abroad programs are a mere few weeks away, or maybe it's the simple lack of ice cream trucks, sprinklers, hammocks, that are bumming us out. I feel like Rumpelstiltskin. I fell asleep for a little while, and woke up an old, unfamiliar person. That was Rumpelstiltskin, right? I feel drained of my childhood.
"This is how a package of Hostess cupcakes would sound, I thought, if Hostess cupcakes could speak."