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Pie day was the best day. Ever.

That is all.

Heh. I am legitimately hungover today. I used to be able to drink much more without feeling it like this.

[Kitty]
It was a wonderful night. I really needed that.

Sort of odd spending Thanksgiving in the UK, isn't it?

It seems like my dreams have come to a close. I'm not sure if I should be thankful for it or not.

Black marketFriday purchases acquired. Torpedoes, rockets, grenades, ammunitionA brand new chimichanga maker!

I'm ready for the long dark winter.

[Locked to Scott]

I need a place to store some torpedoes.

Food coma? Check.

Dog in food coma? Check.

If anyone needs us, Sylvio and I are totally vegging today. So glad I'm not on duty at the malls right now.

After turkey with Kitty (thank you, by the way), I headed out to the ranch yesterday, and brought a lot of food to the kids there. Ended up with a mess, but it was actually kind of fun. I think half those kids haven't had a good Thanksgiving in years.

I read Through the Looking Glass to some children at the library today.

I don't think they appreciated my voices. Or describing the actual oyster harvest in gruesome detail.

First week in a public High School, and it was a short week. But I learned some interesting things, mostly to do with teenage behavior. My Psychology degree is actually proving useful for once. I still think it is a pack dog mentality that rules the cliques.

The text books are all vastly out of date and many of the history lessons are lacking in context and heavily censored. I got into an argument with my history teacher on Wednesday over the lack of criticism of the side-effects of westward expansion.

And the science...the "science" they teach is a crime.

On a positive note, I made several friends, and Beth has shown me around.

I also am learning what words such as 'shiznet' mean.

I am never NEVER having Thanksgiving with my family again. I thought I'd try actually being nice and family like and swung over there for a little while yesterday. Key word there being thought. It was one of those disasters almost worthy, but not quite, of A Christmas Story. Only, well, instead of turkey attacking dogs, think five of my six brothers, twenties and late teens range, running full tilt at the thing.

There was kind of a wrestling match over drumsticks, yeah. I knew I should have been at Always for the Turkey Trot event or you know, safe at home, or something. Too much chaos.

I mean no one got put in the ER or anything but overall? Kind of a disaster. Scary! And a warning for Christmas, I think. Pretty sure we at least need to bring a shrink along next time we get together.

I take a nap and I get a really messed up dream. I thought I was done with those, again.

Nothing like a good reality warp. How come I always end up in shackles or tied down when reality goes berserk?

Pretty used to the being hunted part.

Woke up on a sort of bittersweet positive note at least. Reuniting with a friend.

God, Rachel I miss you.

[Locked to Xi'an]

It's not looking good for Yana. I'll probably be here overnight.

Guess who "ruined Thanksgiving"?

My subtle act of sabotage worked wonders. I'm not sure why I'm not happier about it, really...

CAN'T BREATHE.

Talk awfully about Black Friday all you want -- this is the most fun I've had since last year.

Then again, I'm not shopping. But you could be! We've still got three hours to go!

Roy's holiday drinking privileges are hear by revoked until he's ACTUALLY 21.

Barton, making me hold my meal outside while you pointedly ignored it was kind of assy. I mean you could have come for pie.

Everybody else who came? Thank you for that. I'm sorry the pie was replaced by shallow dishes of chili. I will be killing the people responsible. Somehow.