Well, no trick-or-treaters this year. The crack wrappers I find on my doorstep suggest to me that this is not that sort of area any more. So, eat your own halloween candy. No pumpkins or parties, just the pop-pop-pop of other people's fireworks. Celebrate Halloween by reading heavy books (Incubus Dreams, Jonathon Strange & Mr Norrell, Ritual Magic) and trying to crush 30 pages of story into 23 pages of comic for no real reason as I won't have the drive to do anything with it when I'm finished.
This morning's walk into work suggests that the problem with the foot may be the shoe.
EDIT: I think it's byebye to nanaimo, who's been sending me progressively shorter and shorter and less and less this last week or so. Goodbye, Spambot of my heart (it replies):
