family. family.
oh my god…my grandparents are at the airport and are on their way here. I just don’t think I can do this. Moved home two days ago and now weird family types are descending on the house like a swarm. Will be all alone for days. Actually, would love to be alone for days, and that’s precisely what won’t happen. Am no good at this kind of stuff. I’m better with other people’s families than my own, which is probably why Amy suggested I spend Thanksgiving with her parents (or at least sleep at their house down the street).
Thanksgiving…Day of Mourning…endlessly being asked to justify my life to family….
Keri just called from Hawaii. I love her. Oh, screw it. What kind of woman falls apart at a time like this? No one will be well-served by me disappearing halfway through the evening with a drink and a book. anarchist self-help 101: I will not go into hiding this year, I will be reckoned with!
