the days are getting short now, and I never really understood how people can claim Southern California doesn't have seasons. (I think I've waxed philosophically about this before, but anyway.) sure it doesn't get mind and limb numbingly cold, but there is still a significant, palpable change in the air.

I always seem to become extra-reflective during the autumn. (as if I weren't extra-reflective already.) my mind gets drawn deep into memory, as I wonder at my folly, at my mistakes and missed chances in autumns past.

I can't get to sleep. it's fucking 2am.

and whatever it was that I wanted to say seems to have slipped my mind. ah well. forget it.