i'm hungry for turkey. but not this turkey. i want my mom to make turkey but this year the family is eating at a restaurant. ick. i've been invited to eat with father and stepmummy, and while i'm sure that any meal created would just be phenomenal, i'm not heading that way. instead i've picked up extra hours at work at double time. i love holiday pay. holiday pay makes me happy. so does turkey, but with double time hours i can buy my own damn turkey. not that i will but i could. it's good to have options.
i'm tired of writing. i'm going to go to bed now. good night.