Thanksgiving was fun but in the long run i hated it. my bastard brother was up to his usual chaos. tormenting the dogs, tormenting the parents being noisy being a thug gloating about how powerful he is and how he can break me in twain. that was only thanksgiving it got worse before and after. break is not a time to be stressed but man was i. on top of that, well minus that, it was a very good break. i am still single, still lonely, and well still me.