The baffled king composing Hallelujah

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Okay, that halloween thing was straight up trippin'. Who needs drugs when you have magic do-dads that make you sing and dance? Seriously, damn. Weirdness aside though, at least there's no rehab and addiction and all that to dancing like a Blues Brother.

Met with my social worker today for our once a month checkup. Guess what? I'm still in foster care, go me. So grateful that she reminded me. It was a great bonding experience though, we did her favourite things ever - she took me shopping! I swear, why does everyone always think I need clothes?!

I got a haircut. And two scarves, two sets of gloves, two winter hats, a winter jacket (too large "in case I grow"), new shoes (okay, those I needed, these were too small), some sweaters, a sweat shirt, and long underwear. Who the hell wears long underwear?! She's happy though. Apparently, I'm doing good. Huh. I had no idea that "doing good" meant being dragged around stores that were too hot, played bad music, smelled funny and were full of various stands and things that even WITH me using my powers, I was prone to run into because there are all these people there that want to be EXACTLY WHERE I AM.

I got to choose dinner though and I chose this Greek place that smelled good. It was delicious.

Now I am going to go beg an advil from the good Dr. Grey because my head is killing me and I dislike all these bags in my room.