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Dead Day
Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween has yet to hit me. I guess it was drowned out by the workshop and the million other things I’m preoccupied with. But that’s alright. The last thing I want is more candy, having stuffed my face with ChocNut and Butterballs all week.

I used to be such a good trick-or-treater. My mom made me this kickass ghost costume when I was eight, this large, white gauze sheet with black felt-lined eyeholes and a wavy, black felt mouth. I got so many compliments with that costume that I continued to use it for about four more Halloweens, or until the sheet was up to my knees and I looked more like a kid in a jumper dress and boots with a giant piece of tissue over her head.

My cousins and I would trick-or-treat in other villages since Kapitolyo was (and still is, pakshet) Hoodlum Central and didn’t have a proper trick-or-treat program. Would’ve been cool, though. There are a couple of houses in this area that have been through televised drug busts.

Merc is sleeping over. She’s sitting right beside me, eating chips. The last time I adopted her was during Holy Week. She’s good company during the dead days.

Oh, Halloween’s over.


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