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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Thursday, November 27, 2003 ::

    Ugh. I think I overdosed on tryptophan. I'm dead tired right now.

    Well...it was an interesting Thanksgiving. One of my uncles and his brethren were at the Outer Banks today so my mom's side was a bit more bearable...David was a complete moron...ugh.

    I love Kailey. I'm so glad I have somebody in the family who is four years old and is...hysterical. I chased her throughout Barbara's house and then she attempted to put Barbara's new winter hat on me. And then she sat on my chest and started singing. I want kids. I really do. I know some people get stuck with monsters, but Kailey is just perfect. I don't see her enough, which makes me sad. As we were leaving Barbara's house she grabbed my leg and said "I goin' with them!" If I wasn't so delirious at that point, i probably would have picked her up and taken her with me.

    And Jennifer. I think I may love Jennifer more than some people in my immediate family. Since Price wasn't there, we were the only two sane people in that entire clan and so we had our own support group. Jennifer has always been the only cousin to ever ask me about how I'm doing and what's new in my life and really the only cousin I have who has ever outwardly given a shit about me. She's somebody who I would feel comfortable telling things too I couldn't tell the rest of my family. She's just so...perfect. I don't know. The entire family has pretty much assumed that the two of us were my grandfather's favorite out of the entire clan...and I think we both know that as well. I see in her the things that have eaten me alive pertaining to my grandfather's death.

    It was weird without him there. Something felt wrong. I've never been to a gathering of my mom's side where he wasn't there. I really wanted out of Barbara's house because I feared I was about to start crying because as the tryptophan started kicking in I started thinking about what he would be doing right now and what we would be watching and...just...stuff. I really miss him. It probably wouldn't be as bad had I actually gone to see him in the hospital...but...ugh. Forget it. I don't even know what I'm trying to say.

    Perhaps the day wasn't as bad as not one, but TWO relatives brought over their current boyfriend/girlfriend and were on their best behavior.

    Brian brought his girlfriend, Heather, to Barbara's house and I've never seen him so...punctual. He's the epitome of the southern "good ol' boy". I really liked Heather. She made an effort to get to know me, something Brian's past girlfriends have completely ignored. She seemed very much like Jennifer. Of course, but Jennifer and I commented that we wanted to take her into a corner and tell her to get out while she still can. But really. She'd be a nice addition to balance out the insanity. I liked her. Of course, I'm really not sure Brian knows I exist so my opinion wouldn't count.

    Gary brought his boyfriend, Reggie, to my grandmother's house for lunch. How Gary keeps attracting these intelligent, well mannered guys is beyond me. Gary is just...just...he's not all there. He's almost 40 and still lives with my grandmother. He's had five jobs this year alone and was fired from each of them. Yet, his first long term relationship was with somebody who was intelligent, well mannered, friendly...everything Gary is not. And Reggie is the same way: Intelligent, well mannered, and friendly. I think Gary likes him a lot though since I've also never seen Gary so eager to help everyone...showing off, methinks. Liked Reggie too. he also made an effort to get to know me. My mom and he had a field day when Clay Aiken came on the parade. It was hysterical.

    David is a moron. Somebody should really just put him out of his misery. And soon. He's just a complete....UGH! I don't hate him, I couldn't hate him...but sometimes you have to wonder if he really doesn't have some mental deficiency. He's taunting Barbara's cat and Barbara is warning him that she'll bite him...and HE KEEPS TAUNTING HER! Even after she swipes at David, he continues to taunt her. Moron.

    So...Thanksgiving. This was probably the most functional Thanksgiving I've ever had. I attribute this to the fact that Berry, Lenore, Price and Will weren't there...but still. It wasn't as bad as it has been in the past. Though Barbara almost did stab David.

    :: Nick Thursday, November 27, 2003 [+] ::
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