This is going to be rather brief because it's late and I need to get up early tomorrow to get things started. That's right ladies, the dude can cook.
Last year, in Chicago, I cooked my own turkey. My original plan was to find friends who couldn't make it home and invite them over, but apparently all my friends' parents loved them and got them home for Thanksgiving.
But I was damned if I was going to go without turkey on Thanksgiving, so I got one anyways. Problem was, I had a shitty oven, and it took 11 gorram hours to cook.
I can trust this oven. That is good.
As Alice said, there is a pretty goddamned long list of things that just about everyone is thankful for, and this is (by intents but as it seems not necessarily in excecution) a short post, so I'm going to follow her example and let all of the ones that you'd expect be taken as read. I will say this. I'm thankful that I'm home for Thanksgiving even though shitty circumstances that caused it were shitty to say the least. And I'm thankful for you. All of you who read what I write, and who write things I enjoy reading. Its damned good to be doing this.
Ok, I'm really going to go now. I might post tomorrow if I have anything worth saying to say or if I feel like it.
Happy Thanksgiving, all. Eat drink, and be merry. I demand it of you.