My boss just left for the afternoon, w00t! Did I tell you that I wrote an entire international foods cookbook over the course of the last couple months? Pictures and everything--it's pretty sweet. I think I'm going to start studying some Russian while I'm at work. It's definitely not *worse* than work, and I'd like to try and stay on top of it. I don't want my degree to become completely worthless, and if I go to grad school any time soon it will probably be in Russian.

Thanksgiving was...ok. I showed up at 1.30 and my dad was drunk (i'm a chip off the ol' block, eh?). I hate it when he's drunk, for various reasons. For one thing, he pretty much doesn't think twice about driving after he's been drinking from what I can see. He drank ALL DAY on Thanksgiving and then he drove himself and Carol to the motel. boo. Also, my idea of a good time isn't listening to some drunk guy sentimentally try and tell me about all the wisdom he's collected in his day as though I've never seen an American movie. I also don't really enjoy hearing this guy ask about my life and then tell me everything will be ok and I will do well with whatever I try to do when I've never really been the one between the two of us who seemed to be worried about that. All I remember is him telling me that my major wasn't good enough and I wasn't making the right choices and now that it's all over he wants to tell me not to worry and everything will be ok? I obviously decidedly knew that when I ignored all his attempts to try and change my decisions.

But then I got drunk with everybody else and I didn't have to listen to him as much anymore. Also, Zac was ok.