I'm not buzzing. I don't know why. Something killed my electric butterflies.
It doesn't feel like a holiday today. I remember as a kid, as a teenager, even as recently as maybe 18 months ago, my stomach would get little electric butterflies in it. When the sun went down I started to buzz. Not Christmas, I never really liked Christmas, but Thanksgiving made me buzz. I can't put my finger on anything particularly memorable that ever happened on Thanksgiving. In fact, I can remember some awful Thanksgivings that made me want to run away and join the circus. But as irrational, infuriating, or ignorant as any single member of my family can be, I still vibrated with anticipation of a day spent eating and playing games with them.