So it's September.

What a month eh: September! Sept meaning seven and ember meaning a dying fire!

But seriously, isn't September such a shitty month for everybody? Easily gets into my top 12 most disliked months of the year.

There are some very distinct factors that make September so shitty...

First of all, there's the fact that it is the most obvious marker that daylight is soon to become scarce. Hell yes... before you know it, it'll be dark from 4:30pm to 8:30am. When you leave the house: dark. When you come home: dark. Fun. Is it only me who finds this almost perpetual darkness a real drain on energy? There's just something not cool about being greeted with the sodium-glow night sky everyday. And even when the sun is up there somewhere, there is always a thick sheet of monochromatic cloud covering it, creating an odd, washed out effect on the colours below. Clouds, huh? Good for nothing bastards, the lot of them.

Secondly, and unfailingly, there is the sudden shifts in temperature. For some reason, the English summer seems to always come in late spring and early autumn. No problem to me, really... but considering this heat is most likely gonna be followed by bitter cold, the shock to the system is never that well welcomed.

Increasingly common nowadays, September also marks the start of the 'Christmas Buildup'. Christmas sickens me (though I *will* take any cash donations, thank you), so to be subjected to a good 4 months of snowman 'n' Santa-laden bullshit is enough to cause me to want to set fire to my hair. And I like my hair. I despise most TV ads enough already without shitty plants and annoying horned mammals with discoloured noses littering the screen.

And that's not all. More chance of power cuts, more coughs and colds... and water that takes an age to warm up. I know that it's inevitable that if the pipes are gonna be colder, the water will take longer to become hot... but is less than three minutes really too much to ask? Especially since the water pressure is still shite. So instead of just having a dribble, you have an ice-cold dribble! Woo.

And finally... and possibly worst of all, is that October follows September. And so does November. And December... and January... and February. Don't even get me started on them.

I wish I could make my own months. They'd be so much better.