Blah blah blah

The brick of Breaking Dawn is on my kitchen table. I didn't realize that you could kill someone lifting that thing. I haven't cracked it open yet, because I know the moment I do, I'll need a pile of Excedrin and something to munch.

Also, I'll kill what little joy I have left for NaNo right there.

Weird. Last year I was excited, this year not so much. A month ago, excited. Now, not so much. Perhaps because I am wandering around aimlessly? Last year it was easy. Idiots go to haunted house. Idiots get stuck in haunted house. Idiots are seperated, idiots must find one another, get rid of the thing posessing the first idiot, and get the hell out of the house before it EATS them. Flashbacks and murder ensue. Good, good times. Except for the fact that it totally had to be padded to meet the requirements. :P Still. MURDER. Death! Haunting! Spoooooookies.


( An excerpt or three from last year's )

Bah. Maybe I'm just exhausted.