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I haven't discussed the trip to Vienna here, have I? My family's been planning it for months, although, typically, I've been distracted with more immediate concerns and haven't given much thought to it. Everyone's going next week, from Tuesday night to Sunday, my family entire, including Tante Joan and Andrew.

Due to a gross miscommunication, there has been a scheduling mix-up, terribly, terribly timed to coincide with the fact that my department at work has recently been depleted by two more. We were already short-staffed, and now we're down to skin and bones. And, so, due to our failure to put in for both of the days that we'd need off (before AND after Thanksgiving), Kirsten and I can't go.

Today the travel agency confirmed that there ain't no way in holy hell they can get us a later flight, either.

Looks like it'll be Thanksgiving at The Penthouse...

I'm actually much more upset about this than I'm letting on, and my mom's in hysterics. If I weren't up to my neck in financial, academic, social and work stresses, I'd be able to devote more of my attention to this newest disappointment.

Fucking November. I think I've finally figured out what novembodentity* means; I think it means the act of being chewed up and spit out by the month of November.

*A word that came to me in a dream when I was 13, and has haunted me since.

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