I’m lazy and am not going to put in the appropriate accents, punctuation, and what not, but you get the idea.

Halloween is usually my 2nd favorite day of the year. (My birthday is the favorite. Duh.) This year, though, I’ve felt rather disconnected. I totally forgot it was a special day yesterday. To me it was Wednesday. Just Wednesday. I didn’t do anything special. I only wore pumpkin socks by accident; most of my fall socks are themed, so it was only a matter of probability that I’d select appropriate socks for the day. Otherwise? Business as usual.

Once I reached South Station on the way home, though, I began to feel the pangs of regret: people in costume everywhere! Children! Grown ups! All playing dress up in Boston. I felt so left out. Next year? We’re going to throw a fantastic party. We’re already making the plans. I’m so over this whole putting my life on hold for my education thing. Luckily, it’s almost up. I have been getting a lot out of my time here, it’s just that I’m done. Wicked done.

Right. Next year’s party: We’re going to have it on Saturday, 1 November 2008. It shall be a Dia de los Muertos fiesta. We shall have all sorts of fun activities and food. Costumes? You bet! Come as your favorite dead person (fictional or real; famous or obscure). Music! Prizes! It’s going to rule. You have been warned.