So I missed thanksgiving. I missed the turkey and the pie and that fucking cheesecake that everyone raved about. So after I wretched all day Thursday, I woke up Friday determined to do something with this shit life. It was thanks-fucking-giving. So Micheal and I headed to the thrift stores. We wanted to make something... something beautiful... something that wasn't ironic or negative or pessimistic (because everything that we write falls into one of those categories). We wanted to make something good--something kind. And I think we did it. What you see to your left is a laundry bag (one of those rectangular hanging bags that protect your clothes from moths) filled with Christmas lights hanging from a tree in a park. It was taken down by the park-cleaners about 24 hours after it was installed. But it was beautiful while it lasted.