Happy Halloween

I have so many things that I do, so much to occupy my time, that remembering Halloween - that which had once been a much anticipated night of revelry - has become a thing of the past. Needless to say, I was reminded of the festivities when I went to the lab today to retrieve my prints and ran into Sarah Palin, moose in hand, sitting behind the TA's desk. It was brought home even further when I ordered a sandwich from a man with bleeding eyes. I didn't press him when he exclaimed that they were out of onion. Clearly, he had already had a rough day. The football player at the cash register was breaking boundaries as she was not only female, but particularly short, and the orange and black tabby on a smoke break made me concerned for animal rights. I was particularly concerned, however, and much dismayed when I saw death crossing the street. The large, open hood to his (or her) black shroud was ominously empty. Where there should have been a face, there wasn't. Nothing but blackness. I decided to go home, turn my lights off, and have some hot tea.