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I'm a mess. That happy guy that loves to joke around isn't home at the present time. He's going door to door hoping to be mistaken for an armed intruder. I don't have the energy to put on my mask today. It feels like Halloween is 364 days a year. Last night I went to bed as me for Halloween. I love playing dress-up. I now officially hate the month of October. I lose what I cherrish in this wonderful month. Lucky number 7.