Thanksgiving

I am now in the confines of my room, celebrating Thanksgiving with warm crystal light and a toilet that won't stop running. My holiday is tantamount to any other day in my life, so there is no reason I shouldn't be as I am any other day. I should be just about to go and rant about the inconsequential pieces of existence that craft the lines for common grounds in our lives, like how strangers who fart in public and don't say anything can be really annoying or that unmatched socks aren't really a problem until someone else sees them. I could crap out a whole speech on how love is actually the act of one person settling and the other being appreciative, or that we all stumble through life with no clue until we find that which was familiar before we started stumbling.

But it's Thanksgiving, and for some reason - despite routine - it does not feel like any other day. I am alone, though many generous offers were made to remedy such. This is a Holiday built around family, and since mine didn't want me home there is no reason for me to tag along and crash someone else's.

There we go. That ought to make you uncomfortable.

Anywho, I've got a bottle of Sake and a video game involving a guitar, so I'm happy. I wouldn't worry about any of what I just wrote. Just ignore it for the most part. I'm just babbling. I owe four other posts today, so this gloomy gus should be surrounded in happier things by tomorrow.

Reminders for class: Sake is bad, chilled or warm. Just a heads up.