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I swear to god, if another person's well meaning relative mentions that it's "so sad" that I don't have kids and I'm in my forties, I'm going to drop the illusion and go full High Priestess on them. I don't even know if I can have kids now, thanks, and I haven't exactly had that talk with my husband because - oh hey, I've kind of turned into a demon because of my dreams. I was too busy freaking out about the pins in my head.

I'm going to the next person that I'm barren because of weaponized airborne syphilis and see how they react.

Though it's a holiday I'm still fairly new to, only having come into a family a few years ago, Thanksgiving is something that I've come to enjoy. Any holiday that revolves around food and companionship is something that I can support, dubious origins aside.

I do, however, always end up cooking far too much.

So rather than my flying out to London for Christmas, my father's suggested that he come here to visit me.

Which is all well and good, since I'm petrified of flying, but it also opens up a whole new slew of problems. When I go to visit him, I can stay in my old room and bum around London and entertain myself when I'm not having the required dinners with dad and his sister.

But if he visits me, I have to figure out where to put him up, what to do with him when I'm at work, what to do with him when I'm not at work --

Eugh. He's a sixty year old man, he can take care of himself, but I'd feel obligated to entertain him somehow.

Downton continues to be a strange place. As a chauffeur, my dream self never quite fit in with the whole downstairs crew, and now I'm not really a part of the upstairs lot, either. It feels as though I'm in some sort of purgatory, but I'll give the family this, they're a nice lot. Kinder than they ought to be, at that. Though I know I'll never quite fit in with them in these dreams.

Can't play cricket worth a damn, either.

Not sure I have a hope in hell of getting back to sleep at this rate.

So I, fabulous girlfriend that I am, get to take my absolutely perfect Adonis of a boyfriend home to my family for his first Thanksgiving. What are the foods that you guys like best so I can make sure to have my mom make them, or make them myself? I don't want Bastian to miss out on anything that you find delishawesome just because my family is a bunch of heathens who serve weirdness and oddities.

Don't worry, we're going to show him loads of American football, and we'll probably bust out the blender and make some rum. I mean eggnog.

Nice going Jedi council. Send the teenage padawan you feel is dangerous, arrogant and overly emotional off alone with the most beautiful senator in the galaxy. Of course they instantly start flirting. Forget merely breaking the Code, he's gonna smash it into a thousand pieces if Padme ever lets on that she might have feelings for him too.

If the princess is in another castle I'm going to shoot someone.

I'm also going to need more cover up at this rate.

Sam

I dreamed again. You've quite the remarkable ability to get kidnapped.

While all you fine and lovely people are enjoying your big dinners and desserts and family gatherings, I know exactly how I'll be spending my Thanksgiving: pre-gaming for Black Friday.

Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

I found these dreams to be both upsetting and relieving. I wonder if my head's screwed on right to think that.

I can't wait to go to work tonight, Harassing asshole customers is like, my new favorite hobby. Besides shopping. Still love that one.

On a side note, I'm terribly excited for Christmas this year, I know, it's a month and change away but... I have a reason to be excited this time.

Anyone know of any good children's health or protection charities? Like one that really helps kids and doesn't just take ten percent of what you give them.

I keep seeing all of these messages on here about Thanksgiving. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with this idea. Could someone please explain a bit more to me about how this works? What is this holiday? I also hear something about Black Friday, too. Why is it a Friday that is black?

How soon is too soon to ask your boyfriend over for a holiday? My parents are coming to town, so that is also a factor. I don't want to scare him off, but it doesn't sound like he has anyone to eat with beside his cousin, and they'd both be welcome at my place.

Maybe I could invite them and leave out the boyfriend part?

Since this is apparently how things are done. . .

Someone here promised us a drink

And we will not be refused. Come, Killian, pay up your debt. It's been a long day in the science mines, harvesting the golden nuggets of truth. Especially since the truth is, about half the time, "You forgot to carry the one"

I was so sleepy earlier this afternoon. When I woke up from a nap, there was a sword by my bedroom door. I almost tripped over it and broke my neck!

I asked my parents if they left it for me as an early Christmas present, but they said they hadn't. That's so strange! This happens a lot on this network, doesn't it? With people waking up and finding things that they've dreamed about? I think I'm going to keep it. My parents didn't like the idea, but I think it's really pretty. It's red and on the hand-guard part of the hilt? It has little flower shapes stamped into it. Soooo cuuuute!

...I guess I'm really girly. :3

I am going to go get shambolically drunk. Who wishes to join me and keep me from ending up in Miss Skeeter's column?

I find myself unable to part with the item that my dreams showed me then appeared in my rooms. I've grown rather attached to it. How strange is that?

Alucard
Dearest, what say you to a drive up the coast?