No news, no new regrets

I have to agree with Kevin. Thanksgiving is the new Christmas. My Christmases are not tremendously festive, since it's just me and my mom. And let's just say the present-giving in that scenario is pretty lopsided, so I'm always embarrassed by that, too.

And I do wish I could spend Thanksgiving with my mom, because I do love her and she's my family. But not traveling over this particular weekend of the year is SO NICE. I love having vacation time where I live. Sleeping in in my own bed, baking pies in my own oven in my jammies, having friends over to celebrate with. Also, being with K is a big part of it. This will be our 6th Christmas as a couple, and we'll have spent all 6 of them in different states. It's just how it goes. But Thanksgiving is for us. And having 6 or 8 or 10 friends our age come over and drink shitloads of wine and eat and carouse and watch movies with... just... yes. Having our own holiday feels like being a grown-up. Also, when we're drunk and drawing penises, it feels like we're still kids. It's a good combo.

There it is: the Fear

I always forget how much I love the song "Senegal Fast Food" by Amadou and Mariam. It's jam-tastic.

Anyone have any ideas for what my short story should be about?

I'm leaving Madison in 32 days. Between now and then I have to buy the remaining things I need for the trip, pack my backpack, put the rest of my belongings into storage, figure out my health insurance, defer my loans, celebrate Thanksgiving, grade 53 student papers, grade 53 student exams, write a short story, and write two term papers.

Piece of cake? :/

The eve of history

God, am I going to enjoy voting tomorrow. I may cry.

I'll see you on the other side.