thanksgiving: i cooked for two days with a raging headcold. fifteen people ate dinner in my house, the kids went crazy, i finally escaped upstairs at 10:30 and went to sleep for twelve hours straight. i have not touched my stuffing or gravy since, nor have i really felt hungry.
yesterday: layed around like a slug, having taken lots of cold medicine because i was determined to go out later. i don't want to waste my four-day weekend. put away piles of clean laundry, started sorting through piles of dirty laundry, vaguely wondered how in the hell i've accumulated so many articles of clothing. put some in a bag to give to the salvation army. watched parts of harry potter two with Princess Messyface, who is now an insane three-year-old and testing every limit known to man. watched some of the what not to wear "don't dress like a turkey marathon" on TLC. they're mean, but they're so damn funny.
last night: went to leslie's party. actually talked to people, including this very nice, extraordinarily tall guy named mike. mostly while he was sitting down, thankfully, so i didn't hurt my neck trying to see him. drank lots of australian wine. got very giggly on said australian wine. played pool surprisingly well for the state of inebriation i was in. watched leslie throw a very belligerent drunk guy out of her house (you go leslie!).
saturday morning: not having slept yet, sat around the kitchen table with leslie and angela. lots of guts were spilled. we sat around talking about the guys we used to know, the guys we know now, and the guys we can't seem to find.
**tangent: the guys we know now are almost all, notoriously, immature. and i don't mean that in the "oh, boys are so immature" way. they really are. they're in their mid-twenties, mostly, and they still act like teenagers. they try to shun responsibility, they drink to excess, they spend most of their time hanging around each other and get all jealous when someone gets a girlfriend because she takes time away from the group, they don't "hang out anymore." i want to smack them and tell them to grow up, before they wind up bitter old barflies, eating tv dinners in their underwear every night. you can't be young and tragically hip forever, guys. eventually you have to learn how to deal with things and make your way in life. this is much the same feeling i had when i read high fidelity. which incidentally is Younger Brother's favorite book. i find that ironic. **/tangent
later today: slept from about 6:30-11. woke up for a little while. said goodbye to the nieces from georgia. crawled back into bed. woke up about 3:30. began entry. ate a biscuit. had some cough drops. debated calling leslie to make sure she's ok after last night, and attempt to make plans for tonight. i don't want to seem like a crazy stalker now that someone has finally invited me to hang out with them. it just feels so nice to have friends again. god, how pathetic does that sound? anyway, fear of the phone is silly, and keeps me from doing things that i want to do.
and i can't find my remote.
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