No plans, is whatcha got...
Home. Halloween. No plans. Sad. No party, no midnight showing of a movie, no hanging out with people. Just here. Sad.
Well, not super sad, but it's kind of a bummer. Also, it's not Halloween; it is the Saturday before, but if I were acting like the young person that I literally am, this would be the perfect occasion to get out and socialize and kiss strange women in bars.
Shit, man. I should do something. I was thinking about going to a poetry reading of Edgar Allan Poe's stuff (see my new Poe fandom in an earlier blog post), but that isn't until Monday, Actual Halloween.
Ah, well...
Well, not super sad, but it's kind of a bummer. Also, it's not Halloween; it is the Saturday before, but if I were acting like the young person that I literally am, this would be the perfect occasion to get out and socialize and kiss strange women in bars.
Shit, man. I should do something. I was thinking about going to a poetry reading of Edgar Allan Poe's stuff (see my new Poe fandom in an earlier blog post), but that isn't until Monday, Actual Halloween.
Ah, well...