The Post of Despair! Don't Even Think About Trying To Escape

Today is the first day of autumn. That means summer is officially over. Boo. I'm depressed.

On a more positive note, I noticed that there was a lot more water in the Los Angeles river when I walked along the trail again today on my lunch break. Granted, "a lot more water" isn't saying much when it was barely a trickle before, but really, there was practically a current this time. There were also a lot more egrets, which was kind of weird, because earlier in the season I only ever saw one out there, hanging out by him/herself. I don't know where all these new ones came from. I think they may be planning an invasion.

On a more random note (if that's even possible), I spent a good part of the day considering the term "ontological despair" and wondering if the human capacity for it is a possible indicator for the existence of God. I also turned over the possibility of using the phrase in a project I was writing for work. Because hey, couldn't ontological despair be a good selling point for going on, say, a luxury cruise? Like, "Bid bon voyage to ontological despair — with fares from just $599!"

OK, now that I see it in "print", it sounds pretty dumb. But trust me, it sounded cool in my head when I was on my walk. (And you have to admit, $599 would be a freaking steal for escaping the unbearable horror of being.)

Did I mention that I'm really depressed about summer being over? I am.