The floor is made of lava

So, it's almost the end of another October. The weather has cooled down pretty quickly - I really should have switched to a winter coat a few days ago, but I'm clinging to fall clothes for a little while longer. I would rather shiver than sweat, anyway.

In the wake of another catastrophic Thursday morning hangover last week, a friend suggested her tried-and-true cure: an ice-cold shower followed by a bottle of Gatorade and a bag of Fritos. None of these things sound very appealing when you wake up in the dark at five in the fucking morning, but I'll be damned if it didn't work. By around 10am all I felt was a little tired.

My cousin Edith was also here last weekend - I hadn't seen her in a couple of years as she spent a considerable chunk of time in Antarctica last year, and this year I've just been really bad about visiting Massachusetts. She got to see my place and meet Chris for the first time, and I got to meet her beau as well.

This weekend is going to be pretty nuts, as it's the weekend before Halloween - that holiest of holies. My friends and I were really surprised to discover that there really isn't a single traditional goth event taking place on Saturday, now that Albion is on Fridays. But I have a party to go to on Saturday anyway that I'm really looking forward to, and we might hit up another event afterwards. And I've got something tomorrow night if I can get my work done in time, plus pumpkin carving on Sunday. I wish Halloween weren't on a Tuesday as I actually don't really have any plans for the night itself, but I suppose the weekend before is close enough.