*checks the time* It’s already dark, isn’t it? *groans and burrows deeper into my hoodie* If there was a perfect visual for the tone I plan to take for this blog, it’s of Tony Stark’s statement for the press right after he got back from his captivity, when he sat down and had all those well-dressed media folks sit, too, so he could eat his cheeseburger and speak freely. So, uh…everybody sit. Post-Halloween Burnout I feel like a wick drowning in a puddle of its own melted wax. That’s no surprise. It’s November, which is notoriously one of the hardest months of the year for me. To start with the…