So I'm off to my friend Margot's now for thanksgiving dinner. Not at home in LA like I feel I should be...but my dad doesn't really like thanksgiving (or christmas, or easter, or any other "officially sanctioned" holiday)...which means when I was a kid, I'd get something in June and my dad would say, "oh, that's your christmas present by the way." According to him, every day should be just as special as any other and I shouldn't just visit him when everyone else feels obliged to visit their families but on those days when no one else thinks to visit. So am off to my friend Margot's. I am absolutely ravenous because I ran 7 miles this morning! I haven't run that far in a really long time but felt I needed to do it in preparation for the feasting. Now I'm ready to eat a horse!

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