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[dosidella]

So, McDonald's apparently is not open right now. Which SUCKS and makes me annoyed, but I'm almost over it. And my brother just called me an "incoherent piece of shit"; I wonder if he knows how apt that is. And we can't go to Canada because J.R. doesn't have enough gas. So I wrote a Thanksgiving poem. But then I lost it. So I rewrote it. *clears throat*

I thank the late God
in whom I don't quite believe
for the lack of pills and pistols
at all the right moments.

And I'm thankful,
and I'm grateful,
and I appreciate
the fact that I've somehow
tripped over a handful
of people dumb
enough to care about me.

And it's nice to have
those fleeting moments
of narrow optimism,
and video games and blank
screens and -- birds.

It's very nice.

The end. I should sleep now, but I am not tired, so I will sit here instead. Because I am cool like that.