I had a wonderful American Thanksgiving at Eli's parent's house. I ate a fair bit and then was given leftovers. I brought them home, waited just long enough to bolster my ego, then ate some more.
Then was violently ill for a few hours. I have a vivid memory of being deliriously sick in the washroom, exhausted from lack of sleep, and all I wanted was to be 12 again so Mom would look after me. Eli did a good job though but he didn't quite have the back-pat-rub thing down.
Then I slept for a day and a half... and ate the rest of the leftovers.
So far so good.
In other news, I updated
greypaper.com with 3 more art things. One of which I am posting below to fill space.