I am thankful that there are only two people in the apartment right now

I was woken up by the sound of loud music at three in the morning, and could not figure out where the fuck it was coming from, since it sounded like it was coming from inside the apartment, but Texas and Maryland had gone home for Thanksgiving and Minnesota had gone to work at two in the morning. (She works at the desk in one of the other dorms.) I was kind of hoping it was coming from outside, but when it didn't go away, I got up and wandered over to the other side of the apartment -- maybe Minnesota had left her TV or her computer on -- but it turned out to be coming from inside Maryland's room, and it turns out that it was her fucking alarm clock. AT THREE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING.

If it goes off again tomorrow morning, I'm fucking unplugging it, I swear to God.

Try not to be stressed out, my mother says. Try and be calm, my mother says. GEE I WONDER WHY I MIGHT BE STRESSED OUT TO THE EXTENT THAT I AM APPARENTLY FORGETTING TO BREATHE. (No, literally, that's what it feels like. It feels like I am forgetting to exhale unless I'm consciously thinking about it. THAT'S what's fucking stressful.) I am pretty sure this is a bad sign.

*breathes, deliberately* I am going to do my laundry and make pumpkin pie. Later I shall roast a turkey breast that we have named Henry and stuff and roast a delicata squash we have named Hotspur, because we are geeks and we EAT our Shakespearean characters.

happy thanksgiving

I have been in the kitchen ALL DAY. Oof. My legs hurt. Pie from scratch, for these mini pumpkin pies, although the pumpkin came out of a can, as I didn't feel like carrying a pumpkin back from Whole Foods, rolls from scratch, giant turkey breast roasted (came out slightly dry -- I couldn't get the meat thermometer to read over 160, so I left Henry in the oven longer than I really should have), delicata squash stuffed and roasted. Alaska made some kind of sweet potato casserole and New York made a risotto-style mushroom pasta (NOM), and we barely made a dent in all of it. However, we did have SO MANY DISHES, which are now all done except for one roasting pan which has oil stuck to the sides, fail, and which if I don't get clean Maryland may shoot me. (However, if her alarm clock goes off again tomorrow morning, I may shoot that.)

I never get oil stuck to pans at home. Why does it continually happen here? *frowns*

I have a lot of fresh herbs left over, and a bunch of nuts. Not entirely sure what to do there -- I may try and make some kind of pesto.

Any Black Friday shopping will be done in the form of online shopping, as there is no power on this earth that will make me get up to go stand in line at 4 am. HELL NO. We may go and see HP7, and I need to start in on my Vikings paper.