Why I Hate Halloween

News flash: I'm a big wuss.

Which means that scary things scare me. Which means that I can't watch horror movies. (The last one I saw was An American Werewolf in London. Yes, Junior, in the theater. Terrific movie. I didn't sleep for three nights.)

Which means that, as Halloween continues to grow into a holiday Frankenstein's monster* that has totally burst the bounds of its assigned day, basically TCM is dead to me** for the entire month of October.

Which sucks.

*Because I'm a wuss, but I'm a literate wuss, and I know that Frankenstein was the doctor.
** Ha ha! Dead to me! Get it? Because I'm a wuss, but I'm a funny wuss.