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I'm going to just come right out and say it. This week sucked.
Big time.
If I had to measure on a scale of one to ten, one being Sunshine and Kittens and Ten being eaten alive by a shark while the Sheriff of Amityville looks on in mute horror, I would have to go with an eight.
"It's Mega Maid sir! She's gone from suck to blow!"
Nothing seems to have fallen into place. Nothing clicked, clacked or clucked for that matter. I feel like I have been trapped in an alternate universe where I am even less cool than I am in my normal dimension.
And that's not saying much.

I have recently been diverting myself with the classics. Inundated with all the recent "sparkly vampire" novels (Read: Twilight) I was looking for something a little different for my reading adventures. After a bit of poking around, nothing really sparking my interest, I decided it might be a good idea to return to the literary fount from whence sprung Edward and every other foo foo vampire.
I am referring, of course, to Bram Stoker's Dracula.
I saw Coppola's interpretation of the book and had heard it was the most like the novel.
Coolness, I thought. I enjoyed the movie.

I get it. Some of you are really afraid of clowns. They are, more often than not, really freaking creepy. So what if they can turn balloons into cutesy animals. I don't care if they all can fit inside a miniature Beetle. Sad face? Not impressed.
In fact, when you think about it, are they experts in torture?
Look what they are doing to that damned balloon!
Pretty sure the good Lord never intended for balloons to bend that way.
What do clowns eat? If I had to venture a guess, I'd say human flesh. All of the evidence points that way.