I'm blogging from the arctic (my kitchen). My house is over 150 years old which means cavemen probably lived in it at some point. The insulation is akin to that of a treehouse's.
It's Halloween weekend and I'm drink hot water whilst ingesting cold Popeye's shrimp things. Not to mention it's snowing. Mixed vibes, dude.

Started the day off with a little Night of Living Dead, which is about this girl who talks in whimpers and after witnessing her funeral director boyfriend's demise runs into a house with a faceless corpse, a black guy shows up who's genius enough to board up the house from about 20 senior citizens who mess up the front yard, and after that more shit happens. Very halloween-y. The whole time she's wearing a trench coat.