Well, maybe tryptophan is not ur frend. But it certainly pretends to be... sneaks up on you, makes you tired and braindead. Tryptophan says,
im in ur foodz
stealin ur thotz.
I'm sure tomorrow I will be thankful for many things. Today, I am tired. I washed the same pots three times for various stages of cooking. We had a turkey, an *incredible* stuffing (with dried cranberries), homemade cranberry/orange relish, gravy, brusselsprouts, peas & carrots, mashed potatoes, and what I'm told is very good wine but I drank sparkly grape juice instead. Then we had homemade pumpkin pie. With whipped cream. (Not homemade. Maybe next time. Probably not; we've already got too much work on Thanksgiving.)
Lessee... umm...
I met
happydog at Cora's. I want to say something witty and charming and deeply meaningful, and instead, I'm gonna say "I liked him. It went well." Tryptophan has stolen my brain. This is *not* my drug of choice.
Can I sleep until it's time to open presents?