Well, I consumed relatively little Tryptophane, but Thanksgiving dinner was good all the same. I spent the rest of Thanksgiving day moving stuff in the garage. Friday I went to Bakersfield, saw Dogma with my brother and Pi and O.A., and then I helped my dad move some stuff before I went to Mike's, where we watched various DVD's, and then resorted to the tried and true: Super Smash Brothers. On Saturday, Lang and Pi and I helped my dad move the safe on to a trail or, and then my dad and I helped my dad load more things onto the truck. That night, I played a little more Super Smash Brothers, and then visited Galatea for a bit before heading back to Wofford Heights at 1 in the morning. Sunday morning, I helped unload the safe, and then I helped load the truck and trail or with garbage for the dump in Bakersfield before I caught my train, where I did a lot of reading and writing.
Did I mention that through all this moving, I had an annoying cold? I was coughing crap up over and over... It really sucked. But I survived, and what doesn't kill me can only make me stronger, yeah?
And yes, that statement has multiple meanings, though I think only one of you know what the not so obvious meanings are.