I hate Halloween now. This is a new, highly upsetting feeling.

Interestingly, it was the first time in years that I had anywhere to go in costume (read: work), so that should’ve made me happy. It didn’t. No one knew what I was, so I ended up taking off the majority of my costume very quickly. To compound things, the one person I really wanted to show my costume to, I didn’t get to see. Because other people get invited to parties.

The life of a single, non-drinking, social outcast who likes dressing up is a lonely one this time of year. Time to go play zombie games alone in the dark while dressed as a pet goldfish, I guess.