A Semi-Bullshit Forecast

When the weather guy said that today would be "windy," I was kinda like: well, windy's a semi-bullshit forecast. Wind's not actual weather.

Then I went outside and was punched in the face/partially-disrobed by air. It's fucking windy.

Anyway. I've been far more social in the last few days than I am used to being, and it's a little weird. Good on the one hand, because it keeps me from sitting at home and obsessing over the endless communication equations running in my head--but bad because I feel like I'm no longer good at it, and am just a drag.

Last night, I went to the annual Thanksgiving Thing, where several of my high school friends meet at a bar and play pool and drink and say hello. It's always interesting because the players are generally the same, but the dynamics change. People have kids, people get married/unmarried, jobs/unjobs, people show up with new people, um, Alyssa dumps a drink on Alex. Really all that's constant is that it's Thanksgiving, there's beer in mason jars, and rude things are texted to Mark about his mom.

Well, I dunno, I'm the same. My hair's usually different, but...maybe next year.