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thanksgiving day. two thousand ten. this holiday is about giving thanks...about being greatful. hes not into that emotional regard this year. looking around his life, he cant really see what he should be greatful for. hes greatful for his dog, he thinks as he shrugs his shoulders. gizmo, his dog lay in a lifeless deep sleep in the corner. he is thankful for the blessings of a woman in his life, regardless of the negative words she displays towards him for no apparent reason. hes thankful for his toys that can keep him busy. to keep his mind off how karma has really kicked his ass the past handful of years. "the blood, sweat, and tears", they always say. "if only people really knew how strongly i can use that statement." he said to himself, laying in his bed. its in his bed when he does his thinking best. even better than thinking in his office chair. he wakes up with whatever dreams he may have had, and they begin a spiral pattern, as if a viral thought enters his head and the tiny, microscopic thought spreads throughout his system. he ends up being over come with beliefs and notions he feels he has figured out. oh and of course! this morning, or todays notion (because can 10am really be considered morning anymore...) is all about giving thanks. what to give thanks for, who to be thankful for... hes thankful for his dog. thats a certain. hes thankful for the woman in his life... hes thankful for his nieces and nephews. his family when they can support him with whatever means they can. he lays in bed thinking..."what can i be thankful for in this god forsaken life of mine". he of course is just over reacting, as the viral dreams effect his mood, just as they would effect your own. but enough feeling this way for now...he moves around, checks his phone, and hopes to see a bit of the thanksgiving parade.