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It's nearly 4am. No, self. You cannot spray paint things. This is an hour that spray painting is no longer socially acceptable unless you're defacing private property. Go to sleep so you can head to the dollar store and see if anything happens to be there that you can go after with cans that make fun sounds when shaken.

31 Days of October, Day 22

For those who wondered, the pork recipe turned out quite nicely. Not as yummy as I would have liked, but I think I simply needed more sauce. One should always be swimming in BBQ sauce, after all. It's the law.

Cleaned the living room bookcase. Woo! Resisting the urge to clean the table next to it and then attempt to have Mums set up Whoot there. Mainly because I'm tired of cleaning. :P

Widget and I walked the neighborhood last night. Part of it, anyway. I asked which way he wanted to walk for Halloween and he's decided this year to forgo our normal trip and head down to the other part of the neighborhood. For reasons I don't really understand, this makes me sad. I don't even know why since our route only includes two houses that I'll miss, and hell, we could probably still hit them without adding too much time. I think it's because our usual route took us to the houses that no one else would visit, and I know how much it sucks to wait for trick or treaters that never come. It was super weird the first couple of years (not the first year as I was in New York and the Boy and his friends were busy setting the stage for Blood Money, the Musical that Wasn't) to know there were a fair amount of kids in the neighborhood and yet after one ring of the doorbell that was it. No more. That feeling? Not fun. But it does result in more candy at the end of the night.