For those of you who live in the United States, it is the week of one of our biggest holidays of the year. For others, like me, it is just another day that reminds us that we have family that we like to avoid.
I am not going to get into the nitty-gritty of why I hate Thanksgiving (check out the tags for that), but here it is again. Living in an apartment, this holiday signifies hell for the next month and some odd days. Until January 15, I will be forced to hear the music of the college student who lives downstairs, while her mom is at work for several hours, blissfully unaware of what she is doing.
In other news, I am submitting weekly excerpts of a story I wrote for my grandma’s birthday to Vocal, a site for all sorts of things. I just submitted the second part, albeit a few weeks’ later than I should have.
If you want to check out the story, just find the ‘Humans’ section, and look for Autumn and Winter Romance.
There isn’t much else going on with me. Maybe with the holidays coming, I will blog more.