I've Caught the Turkey Bug

It's chilly in here again. I just made my smoked salmon dip. I'm going to make my cranberry sauce now. I burned out the little fuse in my blender four or five times. And my thumb hurts from struggling with the large spoon. My eyes hurt--fatigue is winning. Sips can of dr. pepper. Working with all this sugar should wake me up a bit. We humans should be able to go on hiatus from our careers to do random other things that make us happy. I think it would help decrease burnout and increase productivity over time.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alexandra-guarnaschelli/cranberry-sauce-recipe/index.html?k=1
They've probably done studies.
I'm being a bit of a renegade and I'm doing lime zest and juice instead of orange. We'll see. Also, I completely forgot how much fun it is to watch cranberries boil. They pop quite ecstatically. This unfortunately is occurring while I'm at my most exhausted, so it feels like the slowest boil ever. I heart radio's 1045 station totally just played 'let's go crazy'...the incubus version. aaaawesoooome.  oops haha i left the spell check button on. it really had fun highlighting my 'awesome' word. it was all like 'nu-uh nicole'.
Speaking of 'nu-uh', I need to think of an easier way to send out holiday greetings other than sitting and writing out cards. I don't know who to send to and who to not send to.
I almost forgot that I had to hospitalize someone today. Luckily my recent hospitalizations have been voluntary. I dread the day when I have to involuntarily hospitalize someone. Ick.
I think 1979 by the smashing pumpkins is making me more tired. But if I hear party rock one more time i'm gonna throw a party rock.
'oooooooooooooooh sometimessss i getta good feelin. yeah. i get a feelin that i neva neva neva neva had before no no i get a good feelin yeah.'
i dig it.
Well, I sufficiently stank of sweet citrus with vague undertones of smoked fish. I think it's time I hit the sack. Big day tomorrow. I've never covered pretzels with peanut butter and melted chocolate before. It'd be fabulous to be able to make a pitcher of that winter sangria (pg 79 food network magazine dec 2011 issue). We shall see. In the meantime I need to listen to my eyeballs and the small muscles that control my eyelids and shut it down.
Peace out cub scouts.
Oh and happy thanks giving.