Damn. Okay. Thanksgiving was fun but hectic. I wore overalls and Brad spilled wine on his parents' white carpet in a rage after losing Screw Your Neighbor. That was a total exaggeration, but just telling you that he accidentally spilled it isn't nearly as exciting.

I can't even talk about Paul Walker dying four miles from my house because acknowledging his death is letting death win. I can't let it win. Paul Walker is forever and I know I sound like I'm kidding, but that's only because my coping mechanism is really inappropriate comedy like talking about the fact that the car exploded because he's just too hot.

I would discuss this further but I have a really important meeting with my treadmill RE: getting more fit.