Where is the God Damn Fat Lady?

September sucked.
September has always sucked
Bad things happen in September.
Like, school starting.
Like, bad dreams and flying home early.
Like, people getting sick.
Like, people dying.
Like, letting down the one you love the most.
Like, creating enough drama to fill up the God damn Metropolitan Opera House.
I thought the fat lady had finally sang when we were at the Raw Bar.
I was wrong.

Enter October.
Fucking hell.
We all need an escape.
He keeps saying something about Telamark. I don't even know how to spell it. I'm not exactly sure where it is- Wisconsin, I think.
Sign me up!
All I know is that I'm game.
Game for anything.
Game for another car trip in the mini van. I even bought one of those little U-shaped neck pillows.
Game for a King size bed.
Game for the Jacuzzi.
Game for Nature (God help us all).
Glass of wine anyone?

October will be better.
It better be.
September sucked!