It’s already started. Every year at this time, it’s the same thing, and I hate it. And I don’t even have any kids, and I’ve been out of school since before the parents of this year’s seniors even met. But I can’t stand Back to School. 

 

Back to everfreakin school.

 

Why does it gripe my cookies so much? Because it’s summer’s hospice, that’s why. And yet again still another major reminder of how fast the year, and my implacable mortality, are flushing away.

 

So I don’t want to watch the Gap ads, the Dell commercials, the zoom-in shots of piles of Mead notebooks.

 

Thank you for your support.