Thanksgiving...and all that that implies

No, I'm not going to create a ginormous list of things that I am thankful for. I am going to tell you about why this is quickly becoming one of the most stressful Thanksgivings that I can remember.

I cam to Maine for break so that I could do several things--see old friends, (Tanner, Jake, Maxx,) visit with my sister, check up on my truck, and make sure it will be ready for the trek to VA in--wow--three weeks.

But so far, I have really only done one thing--get screwed and waste money. It's snowing, so I haven't been able to get any filming done, or deal with my car. The roads are so slick right now that inexperienced ol' me doesn't want to risk driving too and from Portland TWICE (that's 4 one-ways) in order to get both my truck and Sarah's car to Portland for winter storage. It's not as if I had much of a choice, because I could barely keep the truck on the road, (its very light and its is rear wheel drive.) Sarahs car was not much better, but I've got to get down to Portland tonight to spend the night at Sarah's and hang out with her before I drop her off at the airport at 8am on Friday. That all being said, I'm worried that I'm not going to get my film done in time, that I won't get my paper done, that I'll slip off the road and get into a terrible accident and not die (no, that would be too convienient) but instead have to deal with all the expenses that would occur as a result of that accident for the rest of my life (I'm a teenage male driver, remember)

But I'm thankful for my family and friends who support me in all the ways that they know how, and I'm thankful that I have a warm place to sleep in and a semi-reliable source of transportation to drive. I love the snow and it is beautiful, but I pray that it will stop snowing and be beautiful on Friday so that I can get my filming done. I also pray that when I drive to Portland tonight, it will be as safely as possible and that I will not get into an accident.

I am going to Maxx Hacket's house soon to imbibe myself with turkey before passing out in a stuper induced by the stress of it all and the fact that my stomach is working overtime to process all of the food I've consumed. Oh well.

And by the way--WAL-MART AND MCDONALDS ARE LIARS! The only bastion of truth in this town is Denny's the only truly 24 hour a day, 7 days a week establishment in town. McDonalds and Wal-mart CLOSED last night! Tanner and I were forced to eat at Denny's by default!

Whatever, enjoy your bird, wish me luck/pray for me, whichever is your style.