The Witching Hour... Or Maybe Bitching Hour

Often wonder why I allow myself to stay up so late at night. I know it's not that late right now, it's inching close to midnight, but I usually stay up much later these days. It does me no good because the next day I get up early and try to function. I need to remember I am not the 20-something college student who could go to a frat party with my girl friends and stay out till five in the morning and bounce back after a few hours of sleep.

Class was a bit frenzied today. I think the kids had way too much Halloween fun and way too much candy after trick or treating. Maybe I was a bit off, feeling ill-prepared but I didn't feel like I had control of the class today at all. I know I'm way too critical on myself and worry too much.

Nah. It was the candy. They were still on a sugar high. Too much treats. I was the trick. Speaking of, Mom and Dad get trick or treaters at their house. I don't. I certainly wouldn't let my kids (should and I ever have them) trick or treat here. The doorways are hidden, we don't have streets but cul-de-sacs, so you can't really watch the kids from the sidewalk as they go up for tricks or treats.

Anyway, I think the little kids are always so adorable and enjoy seeing them.

In other news, I am till contemplating trying to write something for National Novel Writing Month. Trouble is, I don't have a story line. I have a couple of ideas and characters I like, but no spark. I don't have the time to start doing the research needed for this story idea. Maybe I'll write a comedy story about Vampires and use every single cliche in the mythology. Maybe I'll name the main character Mary Sue.

Guess I'll watch Adrien Brody in Hollywoodland and go to bed.