This weather is all fucked up. I've been running around in a sweatshirt these past weeks. It feels like a very late, second Autumn. The earth, the leaves- it smells like fall to me. It's almost become normal. Where's January?
Even the squirrels on campus are all fucked up, wandering around dazed in the grass. Wait. Squirrels don't hibernate. So maybe it's just me that's disoriented. I need a portable freezer to sit by for an hour a day so I don't get seasonal affective disorder.
Climate shift is upon us. I'm telling you- thirty, forty years from now we're fucked. The upper midwest is gonna look like Oklahoma. And at that point it's gonna be too fucking late to say "gee, maybe there really was something to all that global warming stuff." Hell- it's probably too late now. And there will be much bed wetting and gnashing of teeth by republicans across the land.
Or not. They'll probably just deny Minnesota was ever Minnesota. "Minnesota has always been Oklahoma! Ever since Jebus created the Earth on the day Reagan was elected!"
I guess you can still peddle amway to retards inside bio-domes, so what do they care? Business as usual!
All I know is that I never signed on to live in Oklahoma. Even this living down south near Nebraska business is pushing it for me.