Aside from the fact that Thanksgiving has been over for 3.5 hours, for us, Thanksgiving-as-a-family-celebration isn't happening until this weekend, so my day consisted mostly of sleeping, followed by more sleeping, followed by confirming that yes, maeyan
, it is
your day to be online, so you do not in fact have to apologize for getting up earlier than me to start downloading anime, followed by more sleeping, and frozen pizza.
Thus, my brain isn't in that holiday place. It's in that "I have a cramp in my right calf that Will. Not. Go. Away. and I've had it since sometime in the middle of the night on Tuesday
and it would be nice if it would leave now plz" place.
But I am thankful for y'all
. And my disturbed cats. And my disturbed family. Like my uncle who called at 3 when someone
was online and said he was going to call back and then didn't which is fair because I didn't call him back either because I'd just bloody gotten online when his voicemail popped up.
I am also thankful for inertia and passive-aggressive rationalization.
And my continued lack of dead-in-a-ditch-ness.
And because I am The Good One, I am resisting the urge to call TBQ at half past three in the morning to inform her that I am still not dead in a ditch, just in case she was worried.
I am not thankful that eFiction thinks "Te" is not a long enough pen name. It's her name
, you judgmental pain in the ass script. Take it! Take it! Accept it before I shove it down your throat! If you had a throat. Which you don't. Which at this moment is a lucky thing for you, my Nemesissisiss.
I am thankful for Skyy, which is good, and curbs my need to shove authors' names down the throat of my archive script. Slightly. This is not, however, a drunkpost, as, like Wesley, I've had slightly less than a whole bottle.
Still not dead in a ditch; more news as it arrives. Back to you, Dan.