Happy Halloween. We're not doing anything, but hey, this is a better holiday than Labor Day, even if you don't automatically get the day off. I did buy a couple Reese's Peanut Butter Pumpkins and a couple Russell Stover Marshmallow Pumpkins, so life is good.
I'm in the middle of another freebie thing. I really should be posting marketing stuff right now, but I'm tired, so I'm blogging instead.
Speaking of tired, I didn't get out of bed this morning until almost 7, which meant I had like 10 minutes to get to semi-functional before I called Mom.
The DirecTV bill went up again. Bastards.
The temp when I got up was 59. It's only supposed to get to 66 today. Woot.
I'm not sure anyone is still seeing my posts on Facebook anymore. Every rare once in a while, someone will react to one, but not like they used to. Between my marketing posts and my political posts, I think FB has throttled my reach. Bastards.
Old Pervy Bill was up in Michigan stumping for the Hyena and admitted that the economy was better under the Big T, but Bill said we should all still vote for Hyena because reasons. Go away, ya perv.
My cats are obsessed with pens. I thought I'd hidden the pen I keep on my desk well enough, but nope. It was pilfered in the middle the night and found on the floor. It already had little teethmarks on it, so no harm done. I don't think they're interested in chewing it enough to get to the ink. They just want to perforate it a bit. On a lighter note, it's fitting that a writer's cats should be pen-obsessed.
Some days, I'm not sure if I should call myself a writer. I'm not actually writing much. Hell, I'm not even editing much. I'm just lazy. I think I'll do like an Edit Wri-Mo thing for November. Give myself 30 days to get this book done and ready to publish. It's doable. We'll see.
Okay, I'm off to wreak havoc elsewhere. Have a great day. Eat some candy. Watch a scary movie or something.