I hate Thanksgiving
Last year I spent it puking my brains out and wanting to die, thanks to a lovely virus.
This year we aren’t even trying. We’re getting a precooked Turkey from the grocery store (and actually, yes, I do know how to cook a turkey and, no, it isn’t hard but I really can’t be bothered) and I’m spending the whole weekend working.
As the adolescents would say, fuck my life.