8:09am

I eat my festive Halloween breakfast of Count Chocula. I've never actually had it before, so today marks a pretty big deal. I started the week off with Boo-Berry, which was not as good. Plus, it does, uh, colorful things to your digestion.

It should be noted that I'm still in my pajamas: a "witches brew" t-shirt my mother brought me from Salem, Massachusetts and pj bottoms featuring dancing skeletons. It's long been a dream of mine to visit Salem. Not necessarily on Halloween (cuz that gets a little touristy) but just in general. Plus, how I can I truly rebuke Arthur Miller without seeing The Crucible's setting firsthand?