Happy thanksgiving. I think. Today, right? Do American families actually sit around the table and take turns saying what they're thankful for? Or is that just a sitcom idea?

I am thankful for having this diary to write in. For having a camera to take redundant pictures. For having a computer with which I can connect to the whole world, more or less. I'm thankful for having a nice amount of money saved up. I'm thankful for the Seinfeld DVDs I recieved today. And I am thankful for the fact that even though materialistic possessions help me get through the days my most valued treasure is still Skye. I was telling her the other day, I really do feel lucky to have her. Beyond lucky. I can't say I really deserve her, but I hope some day soon I will at least come close. And in the meantime, thank you. For everything.

Aw. That was my attempt at thanksgivinging. I hope I didn't get it wrong, I am after all only a simpleminded European.

Otherwise an okay, if slightly repetitive, day. The christmas lights were now up and functioning. Not too bad. I still think it could have waited a week. And they're selling trees already too. Who would want a christmas tree in their living room for more than a month? Maybe when I was a kid I would have liked that idea. But now it just seems a little creepy.

It's nice walking downtown in the morning. Like Katherine commented in the guestbook, I too like the little swinging cobblestone sideways. The old buildings. You can just imagine the olden days when christmas lights were candles and when the king was mad because the pagans were trying to invade. Or something. I need history lessons, I guess.

Work went okay. We had to fold the flyers. 1200 flyers. I folded 4-5-600 I think. It was like being back at the Reva center. Mindnumbing, droning, repetitive work. Good thing we only have to do that once a month. It gave me a headache and a back ache. Sanne is still sick. There wasn't really anything for me to do when it was all folded and I wasn't feeling too good. So I left a little early.

Went by the playground. To look at the baby sheepies.

Aww. They're getting bigger but they're still lovely. Mother was disappointed that I didn't bring any food for them I think. I just wanted to say hello and have a look.

I think Blackie was a little jealous. He came up to me and started rubbing his head against my leg haha. Or maybe he was just very itchy. He certainly scratched himself and rubbed up against a fence. He looked bigger too. Maybe they've been feeding him too much. Or maybe Blackie is actually a she, and she's pregnant. I must add biology to the list of subjects I never mastered in school. Geography is still number one.

Anyway, that was nice. Seeing Blackie and the baby sheepies again. It always improves my mood.

Now I just wish I could shake this headache.

I sent my letter to Knud Erik. Asking about a couple of things including vacation. I really, really, really hope I can have my vacation along with the others at Kulturgyngen. Two weeks of relaxation. Oh man, it sounds like a wet dream to me. I need it. Also, I have decided that if I do get the vacation on the 17th then I will buy Alien Quadrilogy and the Indiana Jones box set. It's a lot of money, but I don't care. I want a blissful vacation. I want a good time. I don't want to only spend money on hard things, I want easy things too. Materialistic drugs to make life slide by easier.

At least until I change my mind.

Okay, goodnight then.

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