47 degrees, clear

It sounds cold outside. The sky is roaring.

Okay, it's the sound of traffic in the distance or something, but isn't it more romantic to say "Gee, the sky is roaring at me"?

Regardless, it smells cold, and is just beginning to feel cold, as well.

I'm enjoying "Endless Nights". It has twice presented me with my Favorite Representation of Death. Dream is really cool, too. Delirium is next.

I like the mint soap. ...And the White Chocolate Kit Kat.

I need to make my Halloween costume.

Actually, i need to find out if this party is, indeed, happening.

More reading. Then sleep.