my house smells like grapefruit and cucumber melons

My journal entries have been less than brilliant lately because all my writing time is taken up with Meier and Charles. I talked to my therapist about why I wanted to be a boy, and I think it is because I read so many novels about men and the feeling of being comrades in arms in a great cause. I wanted that, I want that, and I wanted to be a boy because I never felt that way with girls I knew.

The company served us Thanksgiving lunch today. It was alright. I liked the cranberries a lot. The highlight was having Bradshaw serve me mashed potatoes. Things were slow all day, Veteran's Day having closed so many offices yesterday and thus cutting our volumes.

It's finally gotten cold and grey here. I bought things to make a pie. I plan on baking and possibly sewing this weekend, along with working on the novel. Alan's out playing poker tonight with James and some other guys, so I have the apartment to myself. Peace and quiet.

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You should read this post, because it says what I have been thinking.

The most pressing issue in politics is not red state vs. blue state or south vs. north or liberal vs. conservative. It's ignorance and intolerance, and one of the things I hate most about the group that I associate with is its tendency to act holier-than-thou while berating conservatives for acting holier-than-thou. - Kira, who is a smart cookie all around

You should also read this post, if you haven't already.

It offends me to think that our hard work down here is now so easily discounted just because everyone wants a scapegoat. Those of us who are just as disappointed as anyone at the outcome of this election should not be forced into that position because of our geography. - Cate, who is also a smart cookie all around

And with that, the wizard and I will finish our drink and head to bed.