Sorry for the cryptic post earlier this week. I’m just in one of those super-stressful periods at work. (Do they ever end?) I can’t unload about work to my officemates because I have none, I can’t unload about work on Facebook, I can’t unload about work on Twitter and I choose not to talk about work in great detail here, because as anonymous as I try to make this blog I know it’s not. So in the interest of not completely burdening the Modern Love Machine or my mother with too much of my whining, I have to let loose the occasional cryptic smoke signals to relieve some of the pressure. And I practice yoga every Friday, come hell or high water. It doesn’t keep me from going a week without a mild panic attack, but it does help me sleep every so often.

For one of the few times in my adult life I don’t have to work during the weekend/night which Halloween will be celebrated, and yet I doubt I’ll be celebrating it at all aside from handing out candy on Sunday. I just don’t have the will or desire or costume. I want to get excited about Halloween like everyone else I know, but I just can’t.

I hate that I sound so beaten down all the time, but my job and the effort to keep my stress levels in check consumes almost all of my time so there isn’t much else to talk about. Besides, this blog has doubled as a great therapist in the past. I also hate that I have the same complaints every few months about being stressed to the max, but I swear I’m legitimately working toward some goals aimed at making things better. I wish I could blow full steam ahead toward those goals, but it’s not feasible at the moment. Baby steps, though.

Anyway, in a small effort to keep this post from being completely depressing and anti-Halloween, I offer you ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown Jersey Shore.’