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Thursday, I'm cooking for the family. And when I say family, I actually mean my father and brother, the Engineer, Thee Pumpkin Girl and E. Last year's Thanksgiving passed in a kind of daze, having been so close to my mother's death, and I only went through the basic motions. I remember being upset that I couldn't figure out how to make something she always made, but working it out in the end because I am sometimes not all that stupid. It was a quiet holiday, small and depressing, with a lot of awkward silences. Miss Robin and Saint Rick came over for store-bought pie and wine, with Rick fixing my computer as Miss Robin and I got shitty on the wine. I smoked a fucktonne of pot and cried myself to sleep. It was not a good year.

This year, I've put a bit of thought into things. Especially the food. My eating habits have drastically changed already this year, with more of an emphasis on freshly prepared food (rather then pre-packaged bullshit full of chemicals), so I've attempted to put together a plan to not have crap on the table.

( what's on the menu this evening, sir? )

There's going to be a marathon of bad horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel all day (with two new Return of the Living Dead movies, one of them being called RAVE FROM THE GRAVE!), I'm going to drink a lot of bad wine and laugh too loudly, the cats will get special treats of turkey liver and the rats will get grease-slicked bones (the ferret will get nothing but a lot of love, because he refuses anything other then kibble). I'll make a huge mess in the kitchen and make someone else clean it up.

It's not going to be a normal holiday, it never will be again.
Not that there were ever normal holidays in my family.