ll/ll/ll 11:11 PM.

It feels strange. Strange that I will never write that series of numbers again. Unless there are pens in heaven.

Howl night.

Wave night.
Nerves crackling like Saint Elmo's fire.
Twas splendid. Surrounded by people I love to be with.
We were crazy- wake the neighbors- wolf howl- 11:11- kinda people last night.

Oh the costumes, they made me glad. Prance about and scream that everyone looked as goofy as I. And no one minded. It's good for insanity to have company.

My house was covered in people I love. Surrounding. Constant waves of smiles, touches, jokes.

Perform a Shakespeare kinda skit. Grabbed the laughs and stuffed them in my pockets to crunch and munch on later. My sister Alison is a rocky star.

Epic night.
Thanks one and all.