November 25th, 2004

mich

Just barely Thanksgiving

It's just past midnight.

I'm thankful that I'm ready to go to bed, packed & pretty well set.

I'm thankful for having internet access, both at home and at work. I'm thankful for my workplace, which is a job, yeah, and something better than that too. I'm thankful for a roof over my head, food to eat, and my cat.

I'm thankful for my friends.

The old ones and the new ones. The ones taking me to Thanksgiving tomorrow. All the ones, and the twos. And kind counselor, too.

I'm thankful for having had Holly in my life.

I'm thankful for my CPAP machine.

I'm thankful for movies.

Thank you, world, I suppose, for life, and for the construction of me as an entity/identity. I think. I mean, maybe it'd be better if it weren't quite like this, each of us defined as these separate selves in these skins, and these clusters of firing synapses, and their storage capacities. But given that that's how it is---we \in Life, where we are finite, differentiable pods in some kinda fuzzy Venn diagram, or somethin' along those lines---given that, uh: thanks.