The Dawning Of A New Era. Or Something.

So it is officially September.

More importantly, it is no longer August.

August is bollocks. As I've established, it's a weird transitional month where you realise the days of Summer Holiday are over, as despite the residual school's-out-for-Summer feeling, in fact everything is the same. And being a grownup means not being able to take a break from your life every Summer.

Also, nobody really knows what August is there for. Half the population goes on holiday or to festivals, and the other half stay behind doing their normal life, wondering where everyone is, and why they're not having all this fun everybody else seems to be having. It's not a proper self-respecting month, August.

Anyway, the point is - this past month has been shite for me. Just absolutely sheeeiiiite. And I could not be more happy to welcome September in with open arms, and stick two fingers up to August as I watch it pass by. Fuck you, August!!

So it is quarter past midnight, and I am having a celebratory drink and a cigarette, because I made it through August. It was shite, and I made it through. Pickled Lily and I have decided that we are going to celebrate the passing of August every year, as August is limbo. And whether September is heaven or hell, at least we'll know where we stand!

So cheers. Here's to September, and the dawning of a new era. Or something a little less epic, but just as meaningful.

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I've never said the word 'August' so much before.