How I Spent Thanksgiving
2:17 a.m. - Met Melissa and Melody at the gas station so I could get some rocky road cake. I saw Don peering at us through the windows, and I'm pretty sure he thought it was a drug deal. Buena Vista is pretty slow at 2 a.m., so the mind starts playing tricks on you, looking for a thrill.
7:03 a.m. - Woke up. Got up and drove a few blocks. Waste of gas, but really it was just an excuse to park my car in front of my apartment.
7:47 a.m. - Couldn't sleep. Peeped around the curtains three different times to see if it was raining, or if it was just the rustling leaves right by my window I heard thrashing about so loudly. I'd be a great meteorologist, really, except I would fail the part on BEING ABLE TO TELL IF IT'S RAINING BY LOOKING OUTSIDE.
8:06 a.m. - 8:42 a.m. The poetry of Wilfred Owen failed to calm my mind, so I went on a run instead. Just a short one, but enough to get a kick of endorphins.
8:44 a.m. - My run had been rather directionless, but since I'd decided to run around town rather than the River Walk trail, I picked the destination of Art's house. It helps to have a destination. And then I ran inside and tried to shake him awake. I am the worst, most selfish friend of all time, but I was tired of his asleeping, and I was bored. Also, I wanted to say hi to Mike before he left for his Thanksgiving Day unfestivities, but no luck. Everyone was still abed. Or, uh, acouch.
9:17 a.m. - Stopped by Penny Park to go swinging on my way back to my house. The birds were chirping wildly and the squirrels were literally frolicking right around my ankles. Felt a little bit like Snow White. Threw up in my mouth a little at the comparison.
9:32 a.m. - Spotted the most wondrous, most glorious, fall foliage-y tree ever in the existence of ever. Regretted a little not having my camera. But it's the first time in the two? three? more? weeks that Jaela has had it that I have even once only the teeniest tiniest bit wanted to use it for something, so no biggie. The Greater Good, y'all.
9:49 a.m. - Oh my sweet merciful heavens, I just used the word Y'ALL. Who cares that it was planned or calculated, STILL. I have standards. I am a Yankee, and Yankees do not say that word, ever.
9:51 a.m. - Wondering if there will be mashed potatoes, and if so, how much I can get away with eating without attracting too much negative attention.
7:03 a.m. - Woke up. Got up and drove a few blocks. Waste of gas, but really it was just an excuse to park my car in front of my apartment.
7:47 a.m. - Couldn't sleep. Peeped around the curtains three different times to see if it was raining, or if it was just the rustling leaves right by my window I heard thrashing about so loudly. I'd be a great meteorologist, really, except I would fail the part on BEING ABLE TO TELL IF IT'S RAINING BY LOOKING OUTSIDE.
8:06 a.m. - 8:42 a.m. The poetry of Wilfred Owen failed to calm my mind, so I went on a run instead. Just a short one, but enough to get a kick of endorphins.
8:44 a.m. - My run had been rather directionless, but since I'd decided to run around town rather than the River Walk trail, I picked the destination of Art's house. It helps to have a destination. And then I ran inside and tried to shake him awake. I am the worst, most selfish friend of all time, but I was tired of his asleeping, and I was bored. Also, I wanted to say hi to Mike before he left for his Thanksgiving Day unfestivities, but no luck. Everyone was still abed. Or, uh, acouch.
9:17 a.m. - Stopped by Penny Park to go swinging on my way back to my house. The birds were chirping wildly and the squirrels were literally frolicking right around my ankles. Felt a little bit like Snow White. Threw up in my mouth a little at the comparison.
9:32 a.m. - Spotted the most wondrous, most glorious, fall foliage-y tree ever in the existence of ever. Regretted a little not having my camera. But it's the first time in the two? three? more? weeks that Jaela has had it that I have even once only the teeniest tiniest bit wanted to use it for something, so no biggie. The Greater Good, y'all.
9:49 a.m. - Oh my sweet merciful heavens, I just used the word Y'ALL. Who cares that it was planned or calculated, STILL. I have standards. I am a Yankee, and Yankees do not say that word, ever.
9:51 a.m. - Wondering if there will be mashed potatoes, and if so, how much I can get away with eating without attracting too much negative attention.
posted by juxtaposer at 9:40 AM
2 Comments:
So--up since 7:00 am--and you couldn't call your mother? Or your grandmother?? Or answer your cell phone when we called you??? Hmmm... the Grinch will have something to say about this.
What you were thinking at 9:51am is the single most important thought that I think on every Holiday.
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