The other night I had a dream that Nathan and I were stuck inside a terrible cliche of a movie.

We had to watch his sister's baby (I haven't met his sister, and I don't think she has kids), but lost it. Some hijinx happened off-screen and the kid eventually came back. Jackie Chan may have been involved.

This weekend was pretty awesome.  Totally worth working eight days in a row (although, I don't wanna do it again any time soon).  Nathan and I went on a late night Wal-Mart run, something I haven't done in ages.  I got pants.  And pumpkin shaped Reese's cups.  I'll probably end up stocking up later, because as we all know, candy tastes better when it is shaped like something that is not its natural shape.

Sunday, a few of us went to the movies and saw Where The Wild Things Are.  I never read the book, so I wasn't that into it.  All I know is that this Ritalin-case kid runs off to an island and builds a Death Star out of sticks.  He also engages in a fur pile.  His mom dies at the end of it.  Oh, I guess I forgot spoiler tags.  My bad.

This coming weekend is Hallofuckingween (Or the day we're having our Hallowfuckingween get together).  I think everyone's pretty jazzed about it.  I've got my costume ready.  I'll give you a hint:  It involves a mask.