Our Halloween terror: Going to a party out in the country in the 6, winding on dark roads lined with suicidal-looking deer.

Farmer's market, knitting, football, party, uncommonly gorgeous weather. Happy.

trying to muster enthusiasm...unghunghungh...nope, didn't work.

Feeling like a bad human. Simply cannot arse myself into getting into the shower. Meh.

preordered a Nook e-reader thinger and could not be more excited!

Huzzah! Hand is not broken. Official diagnosis: "Wow, impressive bruise." Keeping on ice & Advil as instructed.

Hey man, I know you think your pink jeans are fashion-fwd, but with the orange shirt it just looks like you dressed in the dark. In the 80s.

also sick to death of being stuck in a room for 8 hours a day with people who have gross eating habits.

just wants to hand everyone a big, frosty mug of STFU today.

Exhausted from calling it a Very Early Night. Like, *really* run down exhausted. Hoping I'm not getting sick.