11.27.01 my little ace reporter

oh, and thanksgiving was nice. joe made dinner, mom made dessert, i chopped and washed things. i'm finally unashamed of my food prep shortcomings: other people enjoy it, and i'm good with dishes. emily sat on her bum on thursday, but she was our waitress on saturday. balance.

balance! i fail to understand the bowel-clenching twentysomething crisis mode business. i think i lucked out when i overdid teenage angst: there's some regrettable juvenilia, sure, but i invented drama for so long that the muscles are mostly blown out. this is huge, as far as i can tell: Issues may be there someday, but for now i get to drink tea and read things. hot damn, honestly.

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