Thursday, 22 November, 2007
Dear Diary
Mom liked all the stuff I got, I liked all the stuff I got... but today is Thanksgiving.
It's about the turkey.
Oh.
And about being thankful.
I'm thankful that I'm finally allowed to be who I'm supposed to be, more than anything.
And right now, it's 5 o'clock in the evening... and I'm thankful that I have a big fluffy bed in which to lapse into a tryptophan coma.
In language that geeks everywhere can understand:
Courtney