Thanksgiving

Fuck.
Whatever I wrote for November 23rd is gone. Vanished. Poofed away.

Oh wait, hold on. Thankfully it was uploaded and saved there. Nevermind.

Anyway on Wednesday afternoon I spent two hours cleaning my living space, and I'm not even going to be entertaining a lady friend.

> implying i have a lady friend
> implying i'd tell her about my living arrangements if i did

The only bit which still requires attention is the top of my small bookcase. On Friday I'm going to string Christmas lights around the windows.

I am glad Ahmaud Arbery's murderers were found guilty and, inshallah>, they'll get their asses handed to them.

Reckon I'll post something more substantial on African-American Friday.