Livin it One Day at A Time

I’m in a rut. I’m also without creative ideas.

I need ideas for a Halloween costume.

Or for those of you who don’t like to call it Halloween, “The day that everyone puts on costumes and hands out candy to make kids hyperactive” day.

Last year I was a Clown.

A rather cool clown.

The year before, well, I don’t remember. That’s what happens when you grow old.

I can tell you I was a cylon when I was five.

Once again, that’s what happens when you grow old.

So, if ya’ll are willing, throw me some suggestions.

Chocolate Chef?

Badly dressed single man?

Wait.. That wouldn’t be a costume for me…

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I continue to cough.

I’m not talking a danty little cough either.

I’m talking body wracking, brain hurting, eye popping coughing.

I think I’m ushering the next black plague.

Of course, being the stereotypical bachelor/male that I am. I’ll be going to the doctor, only when I am a knocking on deaths door.

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