It's not October. No it's not. I know you think it is, but you're wrong. It's not October. If it had been, it would mean that it is no longer September, and September just started. In fact, I'm not even sure it's September yet. Wasn't it just August? Or July? It's not October.
It's not October. October would mean that it is really, properly, inevitably autumn. And clearly it is not. I mean, apart from the colourful leaves, the dark nights, the cool air, it hardly feels like autumn at all. If you just wear a little extra clothes - two pairs of woolen socks, tights and pantyhose, and extra shirt, double jacket, a scarf, hat and gloves - it's quite warm. Clearly, it's not October.
It's not October. October is so - last year. Last October was October. This year? I think we'll just skip it altogether. Who says we cant go from September to November? Or maybe not even do November? December is nice. Let's do December soon.
It's not October. It's just - not. Besides, if it was October, that would mean NaBloWriMo, and that is just crazy. Blogging every day for a month? Nah.... It's not October.