Well, it appears to be November first.  I have no idea how that happened — something about being the day that immediately follows October thirty-first, maybe — but it sure came around fast.  The New Wye weather forecast for the next five days, in case you are wondering, is 72 and sunny, a fact that makes me want to burst into tears every time I think about it.  Where the hell is winter, I ask you.  Where.

Also of note now that it is November first: I have decided to participate in NaBloPoMo this year, which means I’ll be writing a post here every day.  Since I do not have the wherewithal to write a novel or thirty poems this month I can’t find it in myself to do NaNoWriMo or NaPoWriMo, and yet I think a month of writing every day would be a good idea.  Therefore, it will be a month of blogging. It’s not that I’ll be making myself write something every day, but rather that I’ll be giving myself permission to take a little time every day to do something fun for myself (not for school or the job search or friends or anyone or anything else). Guaranteed selfishness every day for a month!

I won’t necessarily be writing anything great here, so don’t get too excited. Please prepare yourself for loads of photographs and memes and maybe one or two interesting stories.  I do still have the whole saga of my crazy-ass office mate that I haven’t gotten around to writing yet, so there’s that to look forward to.

Moving on!  The party last night was a bunch of fun and, were it not for my anonymity, I would love to show you pictures of my friends in their amazing costumes but I can’t!  I’m sorry, I know it’s rude to tease, but let me just tell you that one of my friends had on an amazing skintight white jumpsuit with mesh windows in it that made him look like some kind of 1960s version of a futuristic superhero, and it was fantastic. One of my friends was dressed as Sarah Palin (complete with a Cabbage-Patch-kid version of Baby Trig Palin), one was a fried egg, and another was dressed as a casual version of himself in jeans (the guy never wears jeans; it was fairly shocking).  I was dressed as The Vampire Slayer, in a normal outfit but with a cross necklace, a stake, and a bite wound on my neck.  I will have you know that when Sarah Palin was busy identifying who among us was “Pro-America” and who was “Anti-America” and handing out stickers accordingly, I was deemed “Pro-America.”  After all, as The Vampire Slayer, I am helping keep America safe from evildoers.  Proudly.

Here’s a picture I can show you:

Today I have mostly been resting and doing some job-search-related writing projects and trying not to eat all the leftover candy, cookies, and cupcakes from the party.  There is a giant bowl of almond M&Ms sitting on the bar, though, and every time I walk by it I find myself reaching in for “just one M&M.”  What this tells me is not that I should put the M&Ms away like any normal person would, but rather that I should just remain lying on the couch to avoid walking past the bowl so often.  I think I’ll get back to that now.