I know, I know. 10 days with out updating. "We were worried about you, Gus!" Yeah, right. If you're using my diary to keep tabs on me, then you better expect to occasionally be racked with worry, picturing all sorts of gruesome situations for my lifeless corpse to be in. Because the diary comes second to (a) Jenn (the first five days) and (b) yams (the second five).

There's a little too much ground to cover in that ten days, so suffice it to say that I had a great Thanksgiving, as evidenced by the fact that people made fewer and fewer comments about how skinny I've gotten as the weekend went on.

Also, people who buy CDs within a month of Christmas should get nothing but coal.