Thanksgiving was good rest in peaceful Connecticut, turkey spread and new family friends, until the quiet made me a bit nervy - I've never realised how silent a large part of Middle America is, with big houses and small families and acres of strip mall in between. C'ville is fine because there's a dirty big college to keep it comfortably noisy.
My head is spinning from the strangely balmy weather which is no good because of wildly disparate paper subjects. I'm writing a parody-slash-dramatization of Pollyanna while trying to parallel Japanese internment camps with an episode of The 4400 for another class. Oh and I got Damien Rice for my first music review!