I assume that for most people there are weeks in which we can't possibly figure out how we'll survive. This was definitely one of those weeks for me. Each day was a test of fortitude and patience, and I'm pretty sure I failed most of them. And yet, through it all I'm still here. I made it.
So then why am I still so bummed out?
Halloween is usually my favorite time of the year. The temperature cools, the leaves change color, pumpkin spice lattes are back on the menu, and all things scary are openly accepted. It's wonderful.
But this October has been anything but. Between the psychotic things going on at work and a magnificently disappointing personal life (see Memoir), this Halloween season has been pretty damn awful. Here's a perfect representation of what my 18th week of living here did to me:
Cue week 19. Everything we've been filming thus far has led up to this week. And holy shit did they make us earn it. It's been quite a while since I've been this physically and mentally exhausted. Earlier this evening my dad had to remind me that I had spoken to my mother on the phone just the day before. I honestly thought that conversation happened a week ago. Damn.
And here I am, having survived the first 3 weeks of this month, and what is my reward? Halloween is on a Friday and yet I have zero plans. I haven't been to a single haunted house, which is my FAVORITE thing to do during this time of year. And, what's worse, Christmas commercials have already begun to run on television, which just makes me miss home. Jesus. When do the bad times become the good times again?
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