Dear diary -
I think my life is falling apart. Cans and boxes litter the expanse of my spacious room. Nobody wants to go to my Halloween party, so I've just been browsing the Space Jam website for the past few hours. I don't know what time it is; I'm so tired. I just want to pass out but the pictures of skeletons on the wall scare me into a certain state of alertness...and worst of all, I think I keep hearing clowns.