Tryptophan

it's thanks-freaking-giving, baby! a whole day of seeing people i actually like! gorging myself on all things sweet and savory! smoked turkey and giblet gravy, sweet potato casserole, corn bread, spinach balls, cranberry sauce! maybe a little football, i might talk to people...

it makes me glad that the pilgrims came over on the nina, pinta and santa maria in 1776 to escape nazi oppression. i'm glad that first thanksgiving feast was brought by neil armstrong and charles lindberg all the way from sydney, austrailia. so glad that the indians brought prime rib and tilapia from the casino buffets to feed the soldiers at the alamo. and so glad that my leonard education gave me a firm understanding of history so that i can appreciate it all...

i don't know if it's possible for humans to overdose on tryptophan, but, by God, i'm going to try...

it's cold in san antone...

oh, God, i hate the cold. say what you will about the heat in texas, but it's not like being cold.

it's concentrated pain that starts on the skin moves to the joints and then settles into your joints. your skin contracts, dries, and flakes; any scratch or smack is agony, your lips crack and bleed. all extremities ache and become painful to touch or move... no really, ALL extremities. that's not a broken bone or arterial bleeding, this is a serious injury. your heart rate slows, your blood coagulates, hypothermia sets in, you become lethargic and you slowly accept your fate. you freeze to death. your family divides your belongings and end up throwing most of it away.

you'll seldom hear me complain about the heat, but the cold i'll gripe about.