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[greygirlbeast]

Currently, it's 50˚F.

I've had worse Thanksgivings, so there's that. Say, 1995. Or 1992. Or 2005. Just off the top pf my head. Those were vastly worse. But toady wasn't so very fucking hot. We didn't make it out to my mom's, and I'm sorry about that.

Tonight, we watched Martin Scorsese's The Irishman, which I adored, even if I couldn't quite buy

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[everville340]

Thanksgiving on this end was a testament to nothing being perfect in this world. Turkey alternatives included, but a lot more than that. It's getting harder to muster excitement for things, and I'm afraid I keep setting myself up in the process.