Awoke @ 9:00 and made myself two Cinnamon-flavored pop-tarts w/ an ice-cold glass of 2% milk & an accompanying paper cup of pulpless orange juice. Showered, called friends, etcedra. Went to High School's football game w/ friends & helped start various, unflattering chants directed towards fellow friends & players. Returned home, realized that my mom had garnered up a magnificent platter of appetizers & ate in indescribable joy w/ friends & family. At this point, it is 1:30 PM EST. I make my way to my friend's house, do a fantasy draft on Madden '04 & ensue to get killed upon Quincy Carter's "Torn MCL."

I come home @ 4, watch the first half of the Dallas game & get to eating at around 6. Dinner was so good (I can't wait for the leftover, cold sandwiches ), I missed dessert, though. Gathered up 15 dudes & we hooped @ the park 'til 10. We held the court for two hours, yah!

Came home, went to the WAWA & got some drinks & eggs. Egged a few houses w/ a caravan of amigos & got away carefree, of course. Retired @ around 11:30 & made plans for the next day.
Thanksgiving owns!

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