Poe, she understands these things.
So, that went better. Good. But really, how can one not have a most excellent evening in the company of a very pretty boy while drinking neat whiskey and eating oneself into a Hallowe’en candy sugar coma? After all, it is for these things that we are grown ups. (Fuck driving and paying income tax.) Of course, the fact that I feel like I have absolutely no control in this situation is a bit disconcerting, but not in any alarming way. The uncertainty is rather refreshing, and interesting. And really, as long as I am in this skin, literally, there’s little escape. Sherry has been warned that the body to be buried may well end up being mine. Mmm, wouldn’t that be fun. I could do without the complete lack of sleep, especially given that its cause was not physical (ahem), but rather psychological (torture) in nature. I just don’t know what to do about the children. Mine are not going to be feral. I don’t care what he does with his.
I have banished the rest of the Hallowe’en candy upstairs. Truly, it is my Kryptonite. However, I did send half of it away, and gave a full two handfuls to the housemates. And I didn’t buy any before October. I am so in control. Except I keep hearing Katie’s lament and relating utterly…
I picked up Anansi Boys at the library today. So happy! Guess what I’ll be making sweet literary love with this evening? 🙂