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Unfortunately I think I'm going to have to spend Thanksgiving by myself again this year.

Yesterday was a real emotional roller coaster of a day. I watched two eps of Boardwalk Empire and American Werewolf in London. I like that movie a lot but I have two things to say about it:
a. Why isn't the song Werewolves of London in that movie? There are a lot of other songs but not that one?
b. My favorite series of books about movies is the Cult Movies books by Danny Peary. Any film geek should read these but he has an odd mistake in there regarding this movie. He says something about a grocery shopping scene. I've seen this movie a few times and there was no grocery shopping scene. I've talked to some other people who saw this movie and they don't remember a grocery shopping scene either.
I got a wild hair to make a pot of chili so I went to Trader Joe to get meat, peppers, onions, a metric fuckton of tomatoes and other things. Damn near killed myself hauling all that bad with fucked up legs, no car and having to go up steps. I wouldn't have been able to do it at all if it weren't for my having one of those deep wire granma carts. Thank you greeneyedsadie wherever you are.
Then when I got home from Trader Joe I was putting the groceries away when I got a text from my friends inviting me over to see the new Ali G movie at their house on amazon that evening. I was surprised but super happy so I put the meat in the freezer (I'm going to make the chili tonight instead).
Then my apt bldg was doing one of their parties. These parties are lame but I wanted to get some free food so I went. Also wanted to at least try to have a conversation w/ my neighbors but a lot of them either can't speak English or can't talk about much other than Jesus, astrology or babies. Not topics I find interesting.
Then L. texted me in the middle of the party to tell me Patrick Stewart died. I'm heartbroken.
I got very quiet for some time, then said I was upset because somebody I love died. Did NOT mention any names. One of the old bags said some crap about god decided it was his time. I go, "well, that doesn't make me feel better" and she made it clear it wasn't intended to.
Sometimes at these parties they have raffles (another reason I go to them). Yesterday I found out they're rigged because the same person won for the third time in a row.
I left and went over to my friends' house, I brought them some candy and cookies and met their new pet rats and we had dinner and drinks and watched the Ali G movie, it was hilarious and cheered me up somewhat. (Also, they were WAY more sympathetic about the Patrick situation!)

I've been leaving my voicemail on on my home phone 24/7 but it hasn't yet stopped the scammers from calling me at SIX IN THE MORNING AND WAKING ME UP! I just don't talk to the scumbags.

Had some PG tips this morning, went out and got some groceries and voted. I realized I can vote by mail instead of having to go to the drop box in some neighborhood I don't know my way around at all so I just did that.

The inspection people left me alone which is what I wanted. It was a real pain in the butt going to get groceries in the rain with no car afterwards though. My legs hurt so bad I didn't get much sleep last night despite being very tired and taking painkillers. I wish I didn't have arthritis.

I've been cleaning the bathroom and I'm so fucking tired. The inspection people will probably not pick me but at least my bathroom is cleaner than it was. It smells like ammonia though.

Before I could even get my cup of lemon coconut tea this morning, I got bad news, Nabolom, this bakery in Berkeley that I love, went out of business yesterday and I wasn't even warned. I was going to go over there and get skull cakes! Then this afternoon when I come home from the grocery store I got a notice that they're doing another damn inspection in three days so I have to knock myself out cleaning up. While talking on the phone about the inspection I found out one of the office staff is so dumb she doesn't even know how many apts there are in the bldg! She kept saying there are 100. There are 250!!

I got a text last night inviting me to a friend's birthday party. I'm super happy to go but he's having it at a video game museum and since I always bring food to parties and I'm pretty sure video game museums don't have kitchens I'm not sure what to do in this case. He used to always have this party at his mom's house, I guess for whatever reason he doesn't want to do that anymore, it's his party and he can have it where he wants to, it's just kind of awkward. Next time I talk to him I'll ask him what I can bring.

Had a nice long text conversation w/L. last night.

I have had my cell phone for 2 years now and this morning I got my first call on it from one of those fucking scumbag scammers. The usual bullshit. Very heavy accent, English not good, mistook me for a man, claimed to be calling from a company that would not have any reason to call me. I hardly ever use my home phone because of these assholes harrassing me, now apparently they have my goddamned cell number. I don't know how they got it, I am not in the habit of giving my cell number out randomly.