All Id, All the Time

Living in the animal state sounds pleasant to me right about now. What are these days when I feel like a windshield is protecting my brain from feeling things like rain? I can't decide if that is the feeling, or if it is something more like a raw uninspiration. Hence, I'm trying a blog entry.

Thanksgiving. Always a holiday I have despised, as much for the forced TV parades and staying home from school as for the dreadful food items. Not to mention that I am not sure there was ever such a thing as a peaceful sit-down dinner between colonialists and Native American Indians.

Beckoned by an editor. More soon.