It wasn't the worst Thanksgiving ever. But it definitely wasn't the best either. I went to a friend's house and hung out with a bunch of strangers. I think I was the only one who didn't work with them. And my friend, bless her dear heart, is not the best cook in the world. So I had the whole meal and no gravy. I'm not usually a huge fan of gravy, but for some reason it feels like a necessity with all the other stuff. And her pie was banana cream. A bit out of the box, but tasty. It was nice to catch up, though. And then I came home and did nothing. No one from my family called me. A friend called to tell me how much she hated her family. Another friend called to see if I wanted to hang out today, which of course he never did. Today I did discover that the grocery store is a great place to go the day after Thanksgiving, because absolutely no one is there. I think I saw about three people there. The parking lot was almost empty, except that it's right next to a Target and a Home Depot, so I'm sure some of the cars were for those places. And then I came home and did next to nothing for the rest of the day. And no one called again.

It's awesome that no one gives a shit about me during the holidays.