Hey there. Halloween weekend was... really fun. The actual day went fine; all the seminary kids came in a clump, and that was about it for trick-or-treaters at our house. I didn't go out, seeing as mom bought candy for many many more kids than came. Friday night I sang the Fauré reqiuem at the all soul's mass at St. Luke's, which was the most beautiful musical performance I've been a part of since last Christmas. And then Saturday. Football practice, a few hour's work at the office, and just enough time to grab a bite for dinner and throw on a quick'n'easy costume (Steve Jobs. Hey, jeans and a black turtleneck and you're set) before going out to a party hosted by some of the local homeschoolers. It was really intensely great. I'm sure that most of you reading this are familiar with party setups from your teenage or college years. I don't get to do that very often so this was a real treat. However, the morning after wasn't exactly fabulous. First off, after a really intense long party, I tend to go through a stage I call Post-Party Limbo, limbo being used in a more purgatory-esque case rather than the stick. I sit around, only listen to quiet, gentle music, and am generally listless. Now this usually works fine, I just space out for a day. However, waking up bright and early for three and a half hours of church doesn't exactly help the case. So now I'm finally back on a (relatively) normal track, and ready to face another long and daunting week.

Tunes: "Freedom", Housemartins; "Smash the Marketplace", Screaming Blue Messiahs.