no, not really, i’m not going to share with you my many bitter disappointments, i don’t want you to start your thanksgiving with lots of sobbing and stuff.
i didn’t win any money. oh well. would i have REALLY been happy?
yes, of course i would have. delirious with joy.
i did clean mom and dad’s house. i toook a short walk, although i was a little tired. i wrote more on my paper and i’m almost finished with it. i wrote another, little tiny paper, for my other class.
today in the paper a columnist, i think it was toby mcdaniel, but i might be wrong, was complaining that he’s SICK OF BLOGS, because they’re trite and pointless and people just write about what they had for dinner.
i had a cheese butterburger at culver’s restaurant. i don’t know why they call them butterburgers. do they fry them in butter? are they supposed to taste buttery? very odd. it wasn’t that great. i was going to go to panera, and when we got there we were excited because there was no line. but when we got to the door we realized there was no line because THEY CLOSED EARLY.
how un-american of them. why should THEIR employees get to go home early? i mean, the department store famous-barr was open till ELEVEN tonight. i almost went there, in search of a fancy top to wear for my show.
i didn’t get to see “rent” because by the time we got there, there were only a few seats left in the front row. too bad. instead, we went to World Market, my favorite store, and we bought some chocolates filled with liquor of different types, and they were very delicious.
i believe the best part of tomorow will be sleeping late. i might sleep really, really late. i say that now, but in reality, i’ll get up. i won’t sleep till ten or so, even though that sounds so delightful at the moment. it’s supposed to be VERY VERY COLD, though, so maybe that will induce me to sleep later.
last year we had a snowstorm. at least we have no snow right now.
so far.
maybe none this WHOLE WINTER. that’s what i’m hoping.
i’m feeling slightly hopeful right at the moment. slightly strong and resolved and i feel i see things more clearly and am going to be more rational and not such a cretin.
but i bet it won’t last.
when did holidays lose their meaning? actually, thanksgiving has never been such a meaningful holiday for me. one of my worst thanksgivings was spent in this little border town in arizona, i’m sure i’d remember the name if i looked on a map, i was staying with my college roommate who was a born-again christian and always trying to convert me, except some horrible thing was happening to her family involving her n’er do well father arriving and trying to take away the family restaurant or something like that so i spent thanksgiving by myself at my roommate’s mother’s house, eating mexican sweet bread. i know there must be a lot more to this story, but that’s all i can come up with at the moment. of course i remember the mexican bread. it was a little dry.
ok, so last entry i said i’m going to GO TO NYC NEXT YEAR, i think i need to make a pact with myself that i’m going to have a LOVELY thanksgiving next year. do you think that might work, this pact idea? i guess it couldn’t hurt. pact with myself. not that i’ll remember it past next week, or probably much past tomorrow. but at least it’s a start? making my own life better all by myself?
yeah, grace.
it’s now officially THANKSGIVING. i may turn on the TV and wait for the parade to start.
ok then,
still november grace.