No, I haven’t forgotten about all of you, I just haven’t had anything interesting to say, er, write.

I saw that. Stop rolling your eyes; I see everything.

Yeah, it’s been a boring week over here. Gearing up for Halloween, though. Tonight, is the Halloween loop in Wilmington, a most auspicious event where for only eight dollars, buses will tour around the city dropping off drunken costumed adults at the city bars.

And I will be sober.

Yep, I’ve decided to start on the Atkins Diet. I could stand to lose a bit of weight, and what better a diet than one that lets you eat steak, butter, and bacon, while frowning upon most veggies (at least the ones that aren’t green).

But I do miss potatoes. How I miss my baked/french fried/mashed potatoes! Someday we will be reunited ol’ Spud. But not today.

Anyway, since I’ve only been on the diet for five days now (losing five pounds, thank you very much!) I can’t drink any alcohol. Will the loop be as fun alcohol-free? Doubtful. But the abundance of drunken women, and my having full control of my faculties puts the advantage with me, my friends. So that is a plus.

I’m deliberately holding off on telling you what costume I will be wearing. It’s a cool story that I’ll share next week, hopefully, with pictures! Yay! We like pictures!

Last year, I dressed as Caesar. No, not the salad. The emperor. I fashioned a two-piece toga (the lower half skirt-like, the upper half cape-like) using Velcro and industrial staples to hold it together. My sewing skills are poor, indeed. For the crown of laurels, I used 30-gauge wire and some silk leaves from a crafts store. It was a special project.

The only drawback to the costume was the 30-degree weather. I froze my balls off.

I have been fairly creative when it comes to choosing a Halloween costume. And for that, I thank my mother. My favorite costume of all time was when my brother, age 3, and I, age 5, dressed as Batman and Robin. Me being the older brother, I was Batman. We wore our Batman and Robin Underoos, and my mom hand-sewed capes and wrist-lets for us. It was spectacular. Somewhere I have a photo. If I can find it over the weekend, I’ll be sure to post it. We’re cuter than Gummy Bears, I tell you.

But this year’s costume is equal parts incredible, and tragic. You’ll see.

Oh, and tomorrow being the start of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I begin writing 50,000 words in 30 days? Can it be done? Vegas odds are 3:1 against.

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