So Thanksgiving went well. Aside from my immediate family and Ricky, Uncle Mike and Mikey came to dinner too, and then Kristen and Jason came by for a little while, and then my mother and I went to bring Amy-Beth a plate because she was too hungover to come eat with us. A lot of football was watched by male people, I finished reading Good Omens, there was a beautiful sunset. All very nice.

But I also found out that my mother-- who should be completely employable because she's an RN-- is having no luck getting a job. And my family's health insurance ends December 1st. And my family is now on food stamps because my mother can't get a job. And it looks like both the cars are on their way to breaking down. So now I'm really worried about my family.

But I got to meet Rachael's new cat, Mocha. Who is exceedingly friendly and purrs like anything, despite the fact that she's got a huge injury on one side that looks like a chunk was torn out of her. Apparently it's healed a lot from how bad it was when Rachael found her in August, but it's still really bad. She's wearing a cone of shame, poor thing, there's nothing more pitiful than watching her try to lick herself and only getting the cone.

Rachael and Julia and maybe Dennis and I are going Black Friday shopping at 6 am with our cousins Patricia and Kristen. My father has given me a $200 allowance with the caveat that I'm buying my own Christmas presents. I'm going to try to be sensible-- there's really not much that I need, and I should be judicious about what I want.

And, you know, I thought when I finally had my family's sympathetic ears, I would talk about my thesis or my stress level... but instead I talked about my stupid heart. And my very Christian mother told me I should just poison anyone who stands in the way of being number one in his affections. I don't think I have it in me to poison anyone anyways, but... if you knew what I knew, you would laugh as much as I laughed at that thought. I could just send one of my characters to do the poisoning for me. The single most ironic possible person given the circumstances. Anyway, it entertained me.

I don't know. I'm going to bed very soon, and I'll probably nap away a good chunk of the afternoon in preparation for partying at Amy-Beth's tomorrow night. I probably won't drink much but I do plan on getting higher than I've been in a while, because that is how I roll. I might actually show a little initiative and work on a paper for a while. I could probably get my disorder paper knocked off for biopsych if I put a couple hours attention into it.

I am starting to worry about where I am going to live when I come home in three weeks. I can't steal Rachael's bed for a month and a half. I can't sleep in the living room for a month and a half. I am just really worried about being here for that long, even though I've been making plans with people to meet up over break-- Will lives in Rhode Island and Meg lives in Groton, so I could see both of them easily and Boston is easy enough to get to for all three of us that we can do things like the aquarium or a museum or a concert or something very conveniently.

Anwyays... I'm going to stop worrying and just go to sleep. Because worrying won't solve anything right now.