Thanksgiving is over. Wasn't really anything special, since I just had some microwaved turkey here in my dorm room. Now that's roughing it. Shopping is a wonderful thing, unless it no longer involves electronics, then it becomes a torturous exercise in tedium. But at least I picked up some mad dealies on a new hard drive and graphics card. Now I can devote even more space to the uselessness that is freenet. The graphics card is nice, because now I can watch blood splatter on the wall and random corpses doing somersaults with astounding clarity and smoothness. Excellent. But seriously folks, I think that from now on I will be going home for Thanksgiving, because when you and the foreign kid who just doesn't know what's going on are the last ones in the building when they lock the doors, it resonates a terrible feeling of loneliness throughout your heart. At least until you can go and spend way too much money stocking up on tortillas and shredded cheese to be consumed while you joyfully clean your records with the last remaining bottle of vinyl cleaning fluid in all of Denton county! Excelsior, Blonkers never sounded so good.