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Oct. 31st, 2013 09:55 pmIt does not feel like All Saints' Day.
Today didn't seem like Halloween, either: more like the Dying of the Year. But then, it was rainy, and I didn't have anything fun planned; and any day where you get up at 5 in order to spend ten hours in a plastic-extrusion plant is going to feel like the dying of the year.
Tonight...does feel like the sort of night where you might meet the unquiet dead, actually; festive halloween-party-goers look to me like the clueless soon-to-be victims at the beginning of a horror movie.
It is possible that, after today, and after the last few months, I might be feeling a little misanthropic.
I have canceled plans to make cookies. I am going to go to bed, instead, I think...
Today didn't seem like Halloween, either: more like the Dying of the Year. But then, it was rainy, and I didn't have anything fun planned; and any day where you get up at 5 in order to spend ten hours in a plastic-extrusion plant is going to feel like the dying of the year.
Tonight...does feel like the sort of night where you might meet the unquiet dead, actually; festive halloween-party-goers look to me like the clueless soon-to-be victims at the beginning of a horror movie.
It is possible that, after today, and after the last few months, I might be feeling a little misanthropic.
I have canceled plans to make cookies. I am going to go to bed, instead, I think...
