It's almost Thanksgiving, and most people can't shut up about how excited they are.
Normally we would salivate for Turkey Day, too, but it has started to lose its luster. It's going to be just another Thursday of lame football, shrieking younger cousins and a crowded living room.
Sure, we could talk about the food, but you already know what's on the menu because we all eat the same thing - every year. If you ever eat at Home Zone in the Reitz Union, then the prospect of gravy-smothered turkey probably won't rev your engines.
We could try to cover up our shallow thankfulness for a few days off from class with less-than-profound musings about the value of family and togetherness, but we'll save you the trite, politically correct language.
The reason we're not chomping at the bit to get home and stuff our faces is because we know what comes with Thanksgiving, and we're not kidding ourselves.
We want to see our families because they're our families, and we love them. We could wait to see them, though, because annual holiday gatherings always produce the same played-out questions from relatives we rarely see.
"Have you graduated?" "Is that a real degree?" "Do you even have a major?" "What school do you go to again?"
We get to answer these questions as uncertainly as the year before because our answers are never right. We love going home for a few days as much as the next Editorial Board, but we can only fake so much love of a holiday centered on eating dry meat and fad casseroles.
We can only hope the tryptophan will knock us out before the questioning begins.
