The month I hate most of all (second to February). It's post Summer, post Fall, post Halloween. The sn*w whispers begin, it's Sc*rpio Season, it's a bunch of people who you never liked anyways trying to convince you that everything is fun and happy while you wait with baited breath for a White Christmas that never comes. I hate November. I really didn't have much to add beyond that, just to re-commit to my Halloween extension promise and to remind you that Doug Ford still sucks (don't fall for his crap) and that I'm really going to put my nose to the grindstone this month to try to get the things I want out of life. It's been a crappy, hurtful hand of late and I'm long since ready to win. "Success is mine!" quoth she "Even if I have to drag in its unwilling, evasive carcass with my cold, dead hands," or I'm going to sit blank-faced, blinking at the wall all month, either way Happy November(?)
Joy