A Kind of Mediocre Thanksgiving Break Debriefing

These long breaks always make me feel obliged to retell as many Stories of What Happened as I can, but those things are (almost) never as funny to read about as they are to actually be in, plus there are plenty of pictures on facebook to allow the reader to recreate most of the weekend in his imagination. In this recreation, the following images-slash-story lines must be included: pirates, cougars, bulls' testicles, scrabble, long johns, whiskey, not going to breakfast after all - sorry scott!, mark wahlberg's penis, a fifteen-foot sushi roll, spooning, and Bop-It (If others who were there feel this list is incomplete, they should add on via tha comment box). The previous sentence notwithstanding, instead of particulars, I am simply going to report that though my sleep patterns over the holiday were practically inverted as well as severely truncated, I feel remarkably refreshed as I sit here at the end looking back. For five whole days, I had my life back to I spend time how I wanted instead of how some daily schedule dictated by The Man. I was also surprisingly productive as far as grading and grad-schooling goes. Who would have thought? In conclusion, I still love stuffing.