I usually do something "special" every year during the month of haunted hayrides and slasher marathons otherwise known as October. Usually. This year, watch out! Oh. Man. You won't believe what I have planned. It might actually make you uncomfortable. In fact, if you're pregnant, I would advise...that you keep reading. The unlit austerity of this announcement may induce labor, so you can finally toss that fetus into the nearest garbage pail. Get on with your life. Don't let a yowling purse of flesh suspend your enjoyment of Random Reviews Incorporated's Halloween Special Spunktafuckle. Or whatever.
So what am I doing this year? NOTHING! Not a damn thing. I thought about going all out this year. Other sites/blogs indulge in "31 days of horror," but that's a drain to maintain. I had several ideas. I basically celebrate Halloween for twelve straight months, though. In 2015, I experienced overkill as I went fucking bonkers, snorting lines of cheap decorations and miniature Krackle bars starting in early September. By the middle of October, I was dead tired of the gimmick. I also fell into a hollow of depression (which I doubt was related; who knows, Sally Jimenez?). It was a really rough patch. You can check the archives if you don't believe me.
That's when I decided that next year (this year), I would just relax and take in the Halloween ambiance. I don't want to work any more than I normally would. It's no good for my goddamn anxiety. Fret not, monster heads! There will be a Blood Capsule in the skies tomorrow, and I have my next bundle of reviews preordained. In addition, you never know when the next episode of Insomnia Theatre is going to jump out from behind a bush. Because it's kind of an asshole.
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