I hate hate hate hate hate being hung over. It never ends up being worth it the day after. I should get that idea ingrained on the inside of my eyelids to remind me. I don’t do hangovers well, and it usually takes me an entire day to recover.
The Halloween party at Em’s, Sheri’s, and Christine’s was still great though. I can’t believe how many people showed up in full costume. Jessie went as Frank the bunny from Donnie Darko in full fucking getup, faux fur suit and all. Tom and Mel went as a priest and pregnant nun respectively, both costumes homemade. Aaron, Wheaties, and I actually found some last minute matching Super Trooper uniforms (sans epaulettes), complete with hand guns, rifles, badges, ties, cuffs, and Trooper shades.
It feels good to be attracted again. It lets me know that I’m not so numb or intolerant anymore. Is it just me that’s changed, or simply the circumstances? I don’t know.