It's 10:41 PM as I start writing this post and if you know me at all (which I think you do), you'll know that is about several hours past my bed time.
Today one of my American friends had a thanksgiving party at his house, and so we spent the day Thanksgiving-ising. We didn't get back until quite late (for us) and then we climbed into bed. And just as I was falling asleep I remember: BLOG.
If that's not dedication, I don't know what is.
Also, they didn't have mashed potatoes at this Thanksgiving shindig. Aren't mashed potatoes an essential part?
Other wise it was very much like Thanksgiving at home:
1. I couldn't eat most of the food.
2. We all felt a bit ill afterwards.
3. There were people I've never met before.
4. There will be left overs for days.
I apologise for this being the worst blog post of all time. It's NaBlo, it happens.
Edited: Ok, so I wrote this post last night at (as you can see 10:41) and pressed post. And then quickly turned off my computer to go to bed. When I looked this morning. IT WASN'T THERE. IT WASN'T THERE! This is the first time I've not posted every day during NaBloPoMo. Oy.