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Sunday, November 21, 2004
I finally made it out to The Penthouse this weekend. It was like a shot of B-12 or something. I hadn't been there or seen my goils in almost a month, and that usually gets me pretty depressed without even realizing it.

It was nice. Gina and I watched Elf (SMILING'S MY FAVOURITE!), which got me in the Christmas mood, despite the fact that I shall have not a cent to get anyone anything this year, or even time to knit them things despite my abundant stash of yarn. There's just no time for Christmas. Maybe something magical will happen to save it, but it won't be involving me giving people presents. :(

I came home early because we're having Thanksgiving here today, as the family will be in Vienna on Thursday. Tante Joan and Andrew are coming, along with his girlfriend Kate. I'm glad Kate will be here, as she and I will be the only ones not going to Vienna and it would suck to have to sit there and listen to everyone waxing excited about the trip.

I got a call from Rynn and Amy this weekend, too. They're in Vegas at the taping of Celebrity Poker Showdown and passed on a message of love from Dave to me, which is also like a B-12 shot. I do love that man, for specific reasons that hopefully I'll be able to discuss here in the weeks to come, if things go as planned.

I smell turkey. Happy Pre-Throgsgrafen Day. (I'll have a second Throgsgrafen celebration on the real day, which I'll be spending at The Penthouse.)