I'm here.....or AM I?

Halloween isn't a holiday for candy, it's a holiday to let the Sadist shine and the eccentricities of your existence glow like a becon of hate throughout the world.

I love Halloween.

To be honest, I never really DO much for this dark holiday, but it's one of the few where the spirit of it and I are one in the same. When else can one purposefully scare people and not have the cops called you? When else can you walk around in a cloak and not have a world of glares and whispered mutterings about your eccentricness. (If that's even a word). Heh.

And oh, the sales afterwords...*Basks*

Pity though, I'm stuck at home today. More work in the barn. Most unpleasant. I'm telling you, you have not known hell until you are forced to move 5 tons of grain by hand. On the upside, I get to burn things. *manical laughter* All this because we're in the process of tearing down are barn. Which of course, is one of the main reasons why I am not complaining too much.

Demonlition Durby anyone? (I just know something is spelled wrong there)

And, as an added plus, I got new workboots. Now, of course normally this isn't something one would be amused by, only mine look like combat boots. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA....So while I'm standing there, shoveling grain and hauling wheelbarrows, I can be assured that for at least a fleeting moment, I can look badass.

Other than that, I don't have too much to blog about. Mainly because I haven't had my caffine yet and my mind is just a useless blob.