I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to feel a “rut” coming on, or succumb [give in] to it. You’re supposed to find yourself in one and go “Oh. This is what a rut is. Well… damn.”
I can’t believe this summer is over. I miss being able to wake up without my brother mooning me. I miss being able to go to restaurants that don’t have peanut shellings on the floor and pigs on the wall. I miss convenience and choice, whether it’s renting a movie out a vending machine or being able to access anything as long as I have my handy dandy metro card.
I feel a rut coming on. Hopefully it won’t last too long.