seasonal

i'm kind of sad because i like someone and i don't know what to do about it. however, i am happy to be sad about an actual problem that i can talk about with other humans and not sound totally unhinged. a week or two ago i was making a sandwich and i started to cry because i looked at my hands and it made me feel an overwhelming sense of despair. i still don't really know why, but i know things can only get better from there.

there's a tumblr called reasons why my son is crying where some dude takes a picture of his very young son whenever he cries and writes a sentence or two about why. the kid is really little so it's usually pretty funny. i could probably run a tumblr like this about my own life but i don't think it'd be as funny to other people. i don't know, though, depression is funny in an absurd way sometimes. when i realized a few days ago that it's almost september i thought, "thank god i didn't kill myself before honeycrisp apple season." i think that's kind of funny.

i'm really excited for those apples, though. i ate one for the first time last year and ever since then i've been obsessed. in the early part of august i went looking for information about when they're harvested and i found a site that says you can freeze them for months and when you eat them they still taste perfect and amazing. it's therefore possible, this site said, to enjoy good honeycrisp apples for up to 9 months out of the year. 9 months! i want desperately to test this theory, but there's no universe in which it makes sense for me to purchase 270 apples that cost around $4 each. also, i don't have the freezer space. and would these apples still be special if i could have one every day? yes. yes they would. i should do this. i'm so good at decisions, you guys.