Dave Commands the Weather Gods to Ameliorate His Foul Disposition
I've got nothing to offer today, I'm still recovering from yesterday's unseasonably warm weather-- which, combined with proctoring the PSAT in a hot classroom to a bunch of angry 12th graders who were being made to retake the test for graduation requirements; a meeting with thirty English teachers in an even hotter classroom, and an un-airconditioned bus ride with a bunch of middle school soccer players, has put me in a sour mood, which will not dissipate until the weather becomes seasonable again . . . so listen closely, weather gods, you need to get your act together and change summer to fall, or I'm going to lose my shit (and take everyone down with me).
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They used to say that if you really want it to be fall, you have to fall. Like if you fall down in a big way, the gods of "fall" will grant you your wish. Make it happen, Dave.
i'll toss the dog down the steps
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