Even though it's technically summer still, once september comes around I feel justified in wearing three layers of clothing and making stew, so, I shall consider it fall. Not that I don't do either of those things in August or July, I just feel less silly about it now.

This time of year I read books I've already read. Kind of like playing HarvestMoon in the spring, and starting Final Fantasy Tactics over (again) in the summer...

Ah, and the fair as well. The Eastern States Expo. Every year. We always do the same things: get a potato from the Maine building, and cider from Vermont, then fried dough, tempura, ice lemonade, and roast beef sandwiches from the stands, topped off with hamburgers from the White Hut stall and a healthy ten minutes in the alpaca products section of the better living center. This is all in one day, and we feel rather ill by the end of it. But it's tradition, which is code for an infallible excuse to do and eat pretty much anything.

This is also a good time of year for sleep, because the weather is cool and it rains often. Ideal really...