And then I woke up.
So on Thanksgiving I went and had the Best Turkey Dinner EVER at anaxila's and kjv31's and we watched old X-Files episodes. Had such a great time. Friday and Saturday I perfected the art of doing nothing. I ate turkey sandwiches and pie and made cookies, and then ate them, and caught up on first-season Dead Like Me and watched all of season two in more or less one long couch marathon. I think I cried at some point during every episode. And I am seriously out of clean laundry.
Oh, and for the last three days my running fantasy abruptly switched to the Spike/Lorne channel, all day, every day. It's shadowscast's fault. You just can't mention these things around me. This is the first time I've ever actually played out the idea to full conclusion though. I've decided it makes perfect sense. Lorne is the swishy queen, the soft touch who takes in strays and feeds and comforts them, the kind of guy who wears his big heart on the sleeve of his silk dressing gown. And Spike's the rough trade. Who turns into a pussycat when he's petted, naturally.
I scare me.