1722Halloween was a bust

1 Nov. 8:30 am

 

 

 

• I went to bed at 7:30 last night. How loseriffic is that?
  
  I blame my coworkers. It was swill day at work--Oops, I mean 'goodie
  day,' and of course I had to shovel in cookies, candy, and junkfood
  all day. So I crashed hard when I got home, and now my innards are
  terribly unhappy with me. My mouth and brain love sugar, the rest of
  my body knows better.
  
  Sweetie resurrected Duff Man and went off to wherever. He said he met up
  with another Duff Man and the other Duff Man had cheerleaders. But he
  won 2nd place at a costume contest at spiderhouse, anyway.
  
  There's a party tonight at erinlefey/tangentsferret/Andy's but I am so filled with
  self-loathing and/or bloated with garbage-food I think I will skip
  it. I feel bad because I offered to bring tables an erinlefey said that
  would be cool, but I really just can't face any people in the frame
  of mind I'm in.
  
  I guess I can always do housework. slave slave slave. That's always
  fun.
  
  Uncle B called this a.m. around 9:30 and woke me up (after 16 hours of
  sleep!) he had locked himself out of the house. I gave him my key.
  There was a black chicken running around in the street & it came up
  into our yard. I fed it bread in hopes of keeping it out of the
  street. chicken roadkill in the middle of a city is such a bizarre
  concept.
  
  Anyway...I am hateful and loathesome and nobody wants to hang out
  with me and I don't want to inflict myself on anyone.
  
  I may go to HFS today, but I doubt there will be many people there.
  one of the Barad Duin (Mimi?) is getting married at TRF this weekend.