I think I finally have to own up to the fact that my eyes roll strenuously at the thought of Halloween. This is a nearly blasphemous confession if you live in San Francisco. But, I said it, b*tches. Look. I have bills to pay, I have journal articles to read, I have mindless surfing to do on the internet. I have neither the inclination nor the time to plan out and shop for a Halloween costume. Dude, I turned 30 specifically so that I would no longer feel any pressure to participate in such stuff. Seriously.
This year, I'm feeling particularly grinch-y about the whole occasion because it seems to have lasted forever. Friday, everyone at the company was dressed in costumes. Would it surprise you to learn that I chose to work from home on Friday because of this? Have you been reading this blog at all?? Sorry, but if I'm going to spend three hours eating candy and shooting the breeze with people, I will do that at home, or in a bar with my friends, not my coworkers. Then Saturday, every bar, club and library in the city was sponsoring Halloween parties, so again with all the costumes. Sunday, people in my neighborhood were
All I have to say is this: if all the nonsense keeps me from getting to class on time, everyone is going to have something to truly fear tonight. Boo, b*tches, boo!