Turkey coma

Oh my goodness, am I full. My mom outdid herself with this year's spread. We have a refrig full of leftovers for tomorrow's lunch. M and his mom are hitting the early-bird sales like they always do. They are crazy. I can't wait to sleep tomorrow.

As I said to my mom as we were cleaning up the kitchen, if I have too many more weeks like I did last week, I'd have to start looking for another job. She pointed out that I've been munga stressed and that maybe my tolerance for other people's bullshit is at an all-time low, even for me. She makes a good point. Either way, I need to stop letting assholes I work with get under my skin.

And Madonna's back on top. Stick with what you're good at, girl.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.