Happy Thanksgiving

Crazy, hectic days where you work unconsciously knowing you have more to do than you can do trying to get caught up before the holidays which you are looking forward too so that you can relax, just relax and sleep, and you tell yourself you will eat junk like Whoppers and french fries if you want to and you will do nothing, but it all comes too fast before you have caught up at work and so you know you will have to do some over the holidays which will be spent with your hillbilly relatives anyway though you don't care since they live by the beach and you can always say, "Mom, give me the keys," and she'll do it so you can drive away alone and start to think which is not always the best thing and there on that holiday beach which now seems hollow and empty, you thinking about things you don't wish to think about any more and you become very melancholy remembering how many times before you spent your holidays alone without someone and the wind coming off the water seems to blow right through you, so you head to a good restaurant you know and think you will eat something small and have a drink wishing you had a big bag of Xanax and sleeping pills and maybe some weed, too.

But you don't.