I am skipping Halloween this year. It’s normally my favorite holiday (with the exception of my birthday, aka International Ariel Day), what with the costumes and sugar. I love dressing up…as someone who spent 7 years immersed in theater, I miss the joy of costuming, and Halloween satiates that craving.

My plan was to go up to San Francisco to break it down in The Castro. I did that a few years ago, and had a blast.

But then I was hired to work for the columnist. I cancelled plans to go to San Francisco. Then I quit the job working for the columnist. But I left my plans cancelled. I just couldn’t get back into the spirit.

…Maybe it’s because I’m scrimping every cent I can. With minimal money coming in, I’m trying to make my savings from The Paper last as long as possible. My costumes always seem to turn into elaborate money-pits, and suddenly I need the white wig! I must have the red rhinestones to glue on my face! I won’t be complete without the white fuzzy go-go boots!

…Maybe it’s because I’ve been in a bleak mood for weeks (time visiting with mother and or friends not-with-standing) and just can’t get into the idea. I just don’t much feel like celebrating. I guess I could go as a goth queen, or a disenfranchised painter who now works as an accountant. That would be mood appropriate, but what’s the fun of that. Screw it.

Whatever it is, I’m skipping Halloween this year. Mom and I are heading out to go camping instead.