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I have changed my mind about Halloween. I'm going to dress as Rip Van Winkle and spend the night by curling up in a corner somewhere. In fact, I'm going to start now. Thank you well meaning colleagues who suggested I get a pilot for the ride home, cause I'm just about done.

Post your thoughts on a blog, they said. It'll be good for you, they said.

I always seem to be posting about the sunrise. It was cloudy this morning, so I didn't get to see it very well.

Also, I have a date tonight. Mini golf. With one of the most peculiar men I've ever met.

So, the moving process kind of sucks out loud. But I'm glad I'm doing it! I'm going to have way more room, and I'm finally going to be using the house my grampa left to me when he passed on. So yeah, packing is icky, but at least I've hired burly people to lift me and Grumbles' stuff because yeah, I'm not so good with lifting sofas on my own.

Fluttershy, I think I might be adopting a kitten soon - do you have any? Can I come visit them? KITTENKITTENKITTEN.

I really wish Twilight's brother would hurry up and get married so we could have a big wedding here and I COULD DJ JUST LIKE I DID WITH THE PONY WITH SUNGLASSES man I should get some sunglasses to dj with that'd be pretty awesome actually I mean way better than Joel with his dumb mouse things okay they're not dumb but I'd get really really hot in that thing you know?

Anyone else want pie? I want pie.

I think I'm making the kids nervous.

I went to the store and bought a few new cooking supplies, some herbs and a garlic press.

With enough guidance from Food Network even I might be able to turn out a convincing roast chicken.

Convincing them to eat it is another matter entirely.

Well.

Safe to say the new boosters worked.

All our windows just exploded.

I kind of wish Iron Man wasn't so forthcoming with who is he because I bet the conspiracy theories would be really interesting to read and write. Oh well. We still have that weird cat lady in England to theorize about.

God damnit. What the hell is going on out there? It sounded like some kind of boom and then all of the windows at the diner shattered. Who the hell is going to clean up this mess?

[OOC: I apologize for Luke. He is a grumpy non-internet user who knows nothing about anything that is ever going on outside of his own diner.]

Friday night.... usually I'd be out playing somewhere with my band, but now I'm stuck at a dive bar serving drinks to drunks who don't tip well. #firstworldproblems #fml