I interview myself in the car on my way to work and back. What’s my day looking like, what was last night like, my weekend plans, etc...

Once I come home tonight, I am HOME for three days. I’ll have chili, cookies, and booze, so I’mma be set.

I think so.  I just need to decompress from a very hectic (in the funnest way possible) October.

I’m taking a poke at it.  I’m getting off to a slooooow start, though.

I give it until the end of the year. Either it will go out with a bang (and all sorts of memes), or somebody who is Not An Asshole will come around and make things tolerable again. (I’m an optimist at heart.)

I love seeing/reading about the death-related traditions of other cultures. I don’t know why America 1) is so afraid of the mourning/celebrating life process and 2) charges out the ass for funeral services and makes it sound like the norm. I follow Caitlin Doughty (of Ask a Mortician fame) almost to the point of…

I don’t know if he’d sic lawyers on them. Just a “hey, not cool, take it back” (verbatim) asking them to reverse and apologize for using his image.

That blep though.

I did! I thought I’d be too nervous to function, but turns out I do fine when I get out there.

Tonight concludes the Rocky Horror Shadow Cast for a year. Although I’m ready to have my weekends free for a bit (especially because of the late nights) and my skin will appreciate the break in wearing makeup, I’m kinda bittersweet about it and will plan on doing it again next year.

True. Actual building blocks would have been better.

Law of averages:

Funny, this. I was at a wedding last night* that, instead of a guest book, had everybody sign a Jenga piece. Something about “help us celebrate building our lives together.” It was kind of charming, if you don’t read toooooo deeply into it.

A good dick is only half the equation. Maybe even one-third. Maybe even less.

Last night was the opening of the RHPS Shadow Cast. It had its issues (I missed a few cues to Move Shit Around), but I still had a blast.

Last time I flew, I was entertained by a coloring book. (And I was with my grandma who, at five-foot-nothing, could make a grown man cower. So I behaved.)

This truly is The Weirdest Timeline.

I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it was psychosomatic?

KITTY!

Why did those cakes remind me of Fruit Stripe gum? And do they taste similar?