Work was indeed nice and quiet yesterday. I also got home in time to make a pie from scratch and then some biscuits too. We had about 10 people at our house for Thanksgiving dinner and then a few more dropped by for dessert. Dinner was SO good. We played Cranium between dinner and dessert and talked about politics which drove some of us (not me - I had to work today!) to drink a lot of wine. A tidbit that we learned yesterday: porn means happiness in Thai.

I love getting the green and white striped lab reports in the office mail. We don't use them for anything, so as soon as I get them, I open the envelopes and drop the labs in the shred bin. It's another one of those perversely happy things I get to do - like calling people and hanging up.

I had another incident on the bike ride home today. There were two buses in a row and a long line of cars at a light. One of the buses stopped so as to not block an intersection where I was waiting to cross. So I started to cross and then the cars behind the bus decided that being behind a bus gives them permission to drive into the wrong lane and around the bus (and incidentally into me) even though traffic was backed up all the way to the buses and there was nowhere for them to go - 3 cars did this. Usually I quell my anger at stupid stupid drivers by putting a curse on them. For minor offenses, I curse them with a stuffed up nose for three days. For moderate offenses, I curse them with several warts in prominent places. For the more serious offenses, I curse them with impotence (or a lover's impotence) for x number of months or scary oozy sores. The worst offenders get cursed with genital herpes. And then I imagine that these things happen to them and I feel better. But today, this did not make me feel better. I am sincerely thinking of getting a permanent paint marker and drawing on cars that make serious offenses. When someone stops in front of you, this does not give you permission to go around them. There is a reason that they are stopping. Maybe there is a cross walk and a little old lady is going across the street. This actually happened where I worked a few weeks ago and someone pulled around the stopped car into the opposite lane and ran over someone. That happened a few months ago up north except that the victim was a little school girl. You are not that important, you don't need to be there that fast and nothing is worth the hurry. You will only get there maybe two seconds faster if that. So calm the fuck down.

It looks like Quita is going to be our new housemate. Another lesbian! Oh well. I think that my housemates will invite some straight guys over more often anyway, so I'm not going to sweat it.

I was actually pretty happy last night that Lauren brought over some really cute guy who kind of reminded me of a bird. I was so happy to have a boy in the house (though the two single straight men I know were also there - I'd never date either of them, but there were penises present!). But then, it turned out that bird-boy was gay. Alas!