General Nonsense.

I. Love. The. Red. Sox.

Thank you, boys, for making this so very nice so far. It's been so comfortable that I've been able to sleep at night. I appreciate it.

This weekend and through next Wednesday is going to be crazy here in my hometown: it's Halloween.

Where do I live?

Oh, just in Halloween Town, Massachusetts. Salem. Salem, MA.

The streets are flooded with costumed guests who steal our parking spots in our tiny, crowded red faced city.

Every year for a month, the town is overcrowded.

Every year for a single evening, the town is a sardine can.

It's coming. It's on its way.

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In other nonsensical ramblings, I am extremely tired lately. Last night I meant to go to the reading at the Monet Garden in Beverly but missed out because I was conked out by 8, more or less. I'm trying to fix it so that I'm not exhausted all the time. Right now, I could go to sleep. With ease.

Work is lovely -- but silent -- because I get to read and write all day. It's still surreal. Amazing, too, is the fact that landing that job made me confident enough to do things I probably wouldn't have done otherwise. Like start a magazine.

The magazine is still underway, like its website. We are still accepting submissions. You should send some.

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I'm supposed to go to a party tonight. At my brother's. I don't know if I can handle it, but I'm going to try.

I want to get some writing done this weekend, as well as some reading, some recreational piano playing, some general chillaxing.

You dig? Chillaxing.

Yeah.