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Well tonight (this morning, really) I am updating from Carly's house. I have a lot of shit to do tomorrow, so I should probably be getting to sleep, but I'm not all that tired. Just sort of mellow, kind of in a weird mood, I can't describe it though. Carly is sleeping on the couch and TJ is arbitrarily playing some chords and Fresh Prince is on in the background but I don't think anybody is watching. I'm wearing some of Carly's clothes. Recently we were all at the On The Razzle cast party. I have no idea how we got invited, but we were definitely there and for the most part having a good time. Actually, to be frank, I didn't feel I fit in at all. But I wasn't about to bring down anyone else's night, so I sat around eating those mini cupcakes, laughing at Tom Clarke-Hazlett's insanity and once I contributed marginally in a Musicfac'capella performance of The Mr. Dane Song. Overall I suppose I'm glad I attended the little shindig, it was better than sitting at home.
Halloween was enjoyable. A bunch of us went trick-or-treating for about thirty minutes. Fussy was a strawberry, Patrick was a cow, TJ was a guy in a hat, Gustav wore lipstick, Mr. Dane dressed as he does every Halloween, and Carly and I were dead nuns. We passed by Matt's party and I decided to stay. I sat with Steve, the fire kept me warm, and Matt lit some fireworks, one of which went haywire and I admit it scared me. Shaflansky (Shablansky) let me listen to Golddigga on his nano. Eventually I returned to Carly's and we watched some stupid thing on TV, then I'm pretty sure I went home.
Bright Eyes is a stone's throw away. So is Musicface's Don's Original and Fairport Village Coffee shows, and so is Thanksgiving. November is going to be an exciting month. But it'll be over in a blink, just like October was, and summer, and everything.
All right now they're both asleep. TJ is on the floor though, his head on a sleeping bag, and a new episode of Fresh Prince is starting. It must be a marathon or something. I don't really like this show at all. Canned laughter annoys me. Well whatever, that doesn't matter. I'm going to end this, though I'm still not tired. I trust that I'll find something to do.
Goooodnight.
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