That statement makes me both happy and sad at the same time.

            First… because there’s so much, I wanted to do this month, and in the name of spooky season, that I just didn’t get to do. I wanted to go to the pumpkin patch. I wanted to carve pumpkins, and go to the corn maze. I wanted to go to haunted houses- even though my leg is still a franken-fucked nightmare. I wanted to build a Halloween cookie house- and my Grandma and I tried, and it wasn’t our fault it didn’t work out. It just crumbled. We also tried to make Hocus Pocus cookies from a box that fell short and flopped too.

I wanted this year to be everything that last year wasn’t… and just couldn’t be.

            However, sometimes, we want things that just aren’t possible I’m afraid. My Halloween plans are nothing like what I would’ve asked for. Here I sit, at work until 6pm, and then I’m probably going to go home, strip off my dress, take off my makeup, and change into my Jack Skellington onesie to hand out candy in the case of trick or treaters, and probably watch horror movies, or play Zelda by myself… yay.

            It is ideal? No. But, is it the end of the world? Also no.

            Happy Halloween, I hope everyone stays safe tonight.

            -Sky