Dear Journal:

 

Today was a relatively nice day as long as you don’t take the 15°F temperature that, with wind chill, probably factored out to around 5°F. And it was also a white Thanksgiving with almost 2” of snow on the ground. From what Tom said it should be 61°F within the next two days. Now who ever said that global warming wasn’t a real thing?

 

So dinner was at Auntie’s house and it was pretty good. Jimmy wasn’t there and for that I was extremely happy. Tom was there. He was a little less creepy today however he was pretty touchy-feely. I don’t know why, but it just creeps me the hell out when he touches me for more than 2 to 3 seconds (no he’s not touching my dick or anywhere near there, but still his hand is in contact with my body). All I know is that college boys are his favorite (don’t ask how I know that one) and considering I am one…well, you don’t have to let your imagination run far with that one.

 

I took Daniel, my cousin, to see “The Exorcism of Emily Rose” which wasn’t too terrible of a movie if you’re into trial-type movies. It wasn’t scary although there was one scene that made the audience (not me) jump (and because of which I had a mild giggle in light of the stupid audience’s reaction). I really am hoping that Daniel is not going to have nightmares tonight as Gram would KILL me if she knew that I took him to see that.

 

I went and saw Stepho today as well. We went to the pool hall and beat each other into a tie: 2 to 2. So our win ratio is the same; 1 to 1 (reduced, of course). We had a really good time. I had to run out the parking lot because I was playing like shit. I have decided that for me, marijuana is a performance enhancing drug. You see, I went to the car for a bowl of dope and when I came back to our game I did…extraordinary after a little bit of time (~8 minutes – THC needs time to kick in.)

 

It’s extremely late and I really want to go and snuggle into bed. I didn’t see Teresa on Wednesday so I really want to continue writing (remember writing to me is therapeutic?) but I’m so damn tired probably from the good ole turkey tryptophan.

 

I wonder how much turkey you’d have to eat to feel the effects of smoking one joint. The world may never know.

 

Sweet Dreams,

 

Dustin