I'm just trying to make a point, Frank. You don't have to celebrate it.

jesus, it's coold!

[chatterchatterchatterchatter]

Fuckstains!

Editor's note: Here we go again...

No, seriously people, listen to me! Something is terribly wrong with this place! Today the temperature dropped right out from underneath us, and the air got so frigid that this mysterious white substance, resembling rain, yet strangely light and fluffy, showered down with great vengeance and furious anger.

Terrifying! The gods find displeasure!

Somebody get help! All is not well!

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Thankful. I am thankful to be getting on a plane tomorrow and escaping to the warmer climes of Jersey/Pennsylvania.

(And to answer your question, no - I never thought I would be saying that. Not in a million years.)

Okay, I'd say that about fills my bitching quota for the day. The day before Thanksgiving, no less. Shameless.

I was watching this HBO documentary, Last Letters Home the other night. Well, I watched most of it, but then it got too depressing. But if you've got cable premium, it's definitely recommended.

Today I learned a high school friend-of-a-friend is being shipped out to Iraq. Like, in the next few days.

I have no shortage of things for which to be thankful.