What better way to comemmerate our savage betrayal of this land's prior inhabitants than to gorge ourselves catatonic? It's the American way. I can literally feel my guts distendeding under the strain of yesterday's excess.

I'm not one to quibble with tradition, and good eats is good eats. Julia did it up right and I'm sure she's enjoying FOOD FOR DAYS. It was a nice urban family thankgiving with Luke and Steve, Beth and Ryan from Capones and Julia's little brother Pat and some of his friends who are all confidant and 19, like we all were at one point. We managed to suck down the bottle of Laphroag I brought over and had a good old time with football and conversation. Made my way home in a daze, booty-text-messaging. What a wonderful holiday.

In other news, I took up re-reading Sometimes a Great Notion, one of my all-time favorites, and it's putting that pioneer spirit back in me. "Goddamnit, we'll whup 'em. We'll whup this swamp from hell to breakfast." How can you not love that?