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I think, for Halloween, my big plans are to curl up with a mug of tea and some Edgar Allan Poe and spend the night in.

If I'm lucky, we'll have a nice atmospheric thunderstorm to set the mood!

Does anyone else have a favourite spooky story, to celebrate Halloween with?

This. Is. Adorable!

My language is not often salty, but I do feel it would be cathartic in this instance, so please pardon me: why must my bloody midterms be the damned week right after Halloween?! Am I not permitted any fun for once in my life!?!

I am very tired of all-nighters, but they are apparently necessary.

Nothing like waking up to a nasty case of laryngitis. Maybe ah drank too much this weekend? and ah don't remember getting punched in the throat. And now all ah want is a bowl of chicken noodle soup and hot cider. Ah don't feel sick but ah guess ah am..

Ow! I should probably leave the kitchen to Frodo. Those blender blades are very sharp.

It seems like I am afflicted too.

Can't wait for Halloween, when I finally get to reveal to my boyfriend what our couple costume is! I'm just not really sure what his feelings are going to be on the whole thing... Poor Damon.

Oh my god! Someone needs to help me! My mouth is gone. Like completely gone! I'm not making this up! What do I do!?

I was almost worried I'd taken ill until I came here and read that I'm not the only one without a voice. I spent half morning trying to communicate with Fandral who appears to be feeling extra moronic today, and after frustrating myself more than him, have decided it's best to just avoid people as much as possible.

I feel a bit useless without my ability to talk.

In any case, seeing as there's no idea how long anything in the OC lasts, the magic show on Halloween will still be presented. So there's something at least.

Beyond the panicking I'm already doing, how am I supposed to EAT? Is this what Orange County does to people? What -the- fuck? I can't eat without a mouth! I don't even. What am I supposed to DO?

Um? Help.

This place never ceases to confuse me. No voice? No sounds at all? I mean, I rarely talk half the time as it stands, but how am I supposed to call into work and tell them, suddenly I can't speak at all, guess I can't go to Kabul this weekend? Damn it.

Sometimes this place sucks.

Friends {if you've talked to her more than once it counts}


This is awkward. Roll call - who's got a voice and who doesn't?

Holy shit, this one's awful. Maybe we should have a list of everyone affected so that we don't walk up to them and start talking and freak them out more?

Lordy Lou, this is ... I can't even imagine.

I think the Stark party last night was great. I mean, would it be anything else. Conveniently I got my suit just in time, but this morning I got something else from the dreams, too. And it's not the first time, obviously, but this one is ... I feel sort of emotional about it. Not sure why.

There's a picture in it - it's a compass - of this woman that I knew in my dreams. If I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure I loved her in my dreams. I've never met her in this world. I don't really even know much about her in the dreams. But looking at this picture brings a lot up. Is that weird?

Also, I'm glad I'm not afflicted with whatever's going on here right now. I'm sorry to everyone else, but I'm glad I still have my voice.

Well, my liquor cabinet is prepared for Halloween. Should be a good night without going out to deal with the population.

Anybody who is worried and needs assistance please come down to Irvine Hospital - we'll get you checked out and sort out IV fluids if you need them.

Please don't panic. You aren't alone and we can and will help you.

I can hear all kinds of scratching and movement about in one of the walls of the house. Almost perfect sound effects for Halloween. I think we have flying squirrels.

Correction, I KNOW we do. Because this little bugger just pulled a Rocky straight across the living room. Thanks for nothing, Opal.

'scuse me while I find something to catch this guy with.

( Squirrel Attack! )