Well, Thanksgiving went better than expected. Mom didn't cook: we went to a buffet and there was enough dark meat for everyone. My family's weird that way: we all like dark meak on our turkeys, and they've been bred for a while to have more breast meat. So much for the wonders of the modern age. I've been very careful the rest of the week about what I put in my mouth, so hopefully I won't gain much wieght. I have Christmas stuff to fit into.

I spent most of the weekend that I was conscious at Kohl's. The holidays really amplify everything: customers are nicer, customers are meaner, the hours are both better and worse, and management is even more brain-dead than usual. The day after Thanksgiving is known in retail circles as "Black Friday"; by management as perhaps the first time the store makes a profit, and among the peons for the general morale-busting ethos involved in opening at 5:00 a.m. Old-timers will tell you you haven't lived until you've clocked in at 4:30 in the morning to watch suburbanites get into fistfights over a toaster. I have to get out of retail.