OoooooooooOOOOOOoooooh.
My diary is spoooooooky because now it is HalloweeeEEEEEeeeny.
Humor me.
We had been instructed that today was, at minimum, silly hat at work day. I have no silly hats. In fact, the only hats I have are a) a really gay looking baseball cap from Structure, and b) baseball caps featuring logos of various sci-fi movies that I picked up as freebies at various Star Trek conventions during high school. Neither one, I felt, was up to the task.
Instead, I created a hair hat. My hair is shellacked straight back, and touching it is not recommended. Primarily because it is now one solid piece of hair and it feels kind of gross and springy. When I raise my eyebrows I can feel it on the back of my head.
Added to this lovely coif is a black shirt, thin black tie, black slacks, and a truly hideous cream-edged-with-black-braid-and-velvet suit jacket. One roommate thinks I look like a Mafia guy. Another thinks I look like a 50's crooner. I have decided to split the difference and announce myself as a Mafia man using 50's crooner as his cover.
p.s. Did I mention I am the only person in the office who dressed up? So much for mandatory silly hats.