Ghosts of a Good Time

It was another day. Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, etc… Survived work, avoided most of the fascist employees and did what I needed to do. Came home, and escaped into creativity for the Halloween projector. I only have another 17 days to get as much as I can put together for the special night. If I finish this one by the end of the week I might have time for one more, and if not I’ll jam as much nonsense into it as possible.