The fireworks are a crackling outside and there are little ghoulies and ghosties and goblims tripping up and down the street with thier huge sacks waiting to be filled with candy.

Cinder is sitting in the middle of the floor, ears back and eyes as black as they can get. Every time one of the crackers goes off, she growls. She really is quite bent, but I have no idea how to tell her that this is a temporary arrangement. Miss Kitten, on the other hand, couldn't care less.

Went to work today. Stomach still not feeling great, but I made it through the entire day, though I'm sad to report that the girl who sits next to me must have caught my flu-bug and went home early. :( I've decided that I will only stay until the end of December - unless I find something new in th meantime. My mental state is at stake and I'm certain that that decision alone will make the days of the interim more bearable.

Ugh... going to bed. Yes. This early. I'm old.

Ugh... someone just shoot me.