I was going to write up another of my lovely ‘I-only-write-this-stuff-because-I-hate-everything-about-me’ posts for random people to take way too personally and offer up their oh-so-qualified e-psychology-professional-opinions, but Lisey’s Story was waiting in my mailbox.

Stephen King is more important than you.

Deal with it.

Also, I can’t quite see the floor, partly because of the stuff that’s just everywhere, and partly because all the lights are out.

Why are all the lights out? For the same reason my laptop is dimmed even more than usual, and the TV is off.

Horrible Trick or Treaters who don’t understand the difference between porchlight and NO porchlight.

They kept ringing my doorbell like I owed them something. Horrible.
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I got the golden slingshot! Yaaay.

Yeah, I know, that’s not really that huge of a deal, but…I actually managed to shoot down enough things in Animal Crossing: Wild World to get it.

Good for me.