from my opposite-of-humble abode to yours

I pay the big bucks for this blackberry to do pointless things like post entries in a mostly unknown blog, wishing a handful of readers a happy thanksgiving and such, but to also remind myself that I can afford certain luxuries, even on the school payroll. And then we spend thanksgiving in a family member's mansion and converse with lawyers and business folk, next to the personal home theater and swimming pool slash waterfall.
I grip my pda to avoid letting nervous sweats carry it out of my hands and make small talk lacking a "sophistication" but with an eye of certain envy. I hate the thoughts that money makes me think.

Happy Thanksgiving!