Happy Thanksgiving, you heathen savages.

I woke up with this song in my head despite the fact that Master of Puppets was coming out of the alarm clock:

I figured it was somewhat appropriate since today is all about immigrants. And the subsequent slaughtering of the natives. After all, they were on our land when we got here, right? Stupid fucking white men.

Yesterday was spent doing something. I can’t quite recall what, but I know I did stuff. I know that I baked cookies with the girls because there are some, thankfully, leftover for today’s big meal. I just have no idea where all of this bread came from. I can only assume it is for the gallon of tuna salad that is in the fridge. If only I knew where that came from.

In honor of the big turkey day, my Math girlfriend made us a bird(s):

Well, these potatoes aren’t going to mash themselves, so I’d better stop typing this silliness and get to work. I should probably go buy another pack of cigarettes as well. It is going to be a long day. Have a great holiday. Eat some gooseberry pie for me. More soon. ~SC