Date with a Padded Cell (or, Why I Love and Hate Autumn)

I have always loved autumn — the fall colors, the crisp air, Halloween and Thanksgiving.  It’s also a time of great reflection for me, as I tend to get more introspective and a bit depressed. I can’t really explain it.  I don’t believe I have Seasonal Affective Disorder; however, ever since I can remember, autumn has had an association with death for me.  I know what you’re thinking: well, of course, you moron!  Winter’s coming!  Of course there’s death! But wait, that’s not what I’m talking about.

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