As I lay dying in my room with the fan on high yesterday, I got an email from Starbucks telling me that pumpkin spice lattes are back. Could there be a worse time for this? As much as I love the app that gives me a little gold star every time I buy a beverage, the thought of drinking something light orange and cinnamon-flavored and steaming hot as sweat rolls down my spine in section is gag-inducing. Overall, from Starbucks to Yale Dining (which is serving sweet potatoes and stews right now), institutions seem to be under the impression that they can will fall to arrive. You can’t. So get with the program, Starbucks, and stop trying to entice me with your autumn-themed fonts. I’ll celebrate a “decade of pumpkin devotion” when I’m good and ready.

Join the #PSL excitement, or not.