It's late. My head hurts. I'm completely faded. Thanksgiving kind of sucked, yet there was much frottage, so it wasn't all bad. There is a chance to have another go at it, tomorrow. Yes, I'm talkin' 'bout Second Thanksgiving, a secret and semi-private crusade to do it right, sans the bullshit and the psychic war. I want more gravy, better gravy. Lumpy? That's OK. Hot? Yes.
Everything else is a bonus.
Everything else is a bonus.