Last couple of nights I’m been meaning to write about a shitty thing that happened and the shittiness of people, but I’m still annoyed. Pretty much I’d just whine, and lord all fucking mighty there is enough to whine about with the human race.

In lieu of writing, I screwed around with Photoshop. M. is on a serious Halloween jag these days. He’s decorating his office at work and buying candy and tossing around fake spiderwebs like creepy fairy dust in his wake.

As a tribute, I worked on his undead self through his soulless existence.