First and foremost, I hope everyone had a happy, healthy Easter.  I certainly had a happy one, though I look back and consider the quantities of food (with a specific nod to food of the junkier nature) and booze and can’t help but doubt this weekend had any merit in terms of my overall health.  Really, I’m almost certain if I got cut right now I’d bleed a horrible, vile mix of ham and the stuff in Cadbury Creme Eggs.  Sorry, too gross?

Naturally, between feasting, entertaining/verbally abusing guests, and having taken several steps in interviewing for a new job (nothing more will really be said other than I’m knocking on all the wood with my fingers crossed, all while covered in rabbits’ feet and four leaf clovers I made out of construction paper, because this could be a good thing should it work out), I’ve been somewhat comatose.

Of course, today is April Fool’s Day.  I considered making an April Fool’s joke about how I got into an esteemed graduate program in writing, or that I’m now a published writer with some level of success, but both of those joke ideas left me wanting to set myself on fire so I’ll just go ahead and congratulate anyone who managed to go all day without being pranked, fooled, tricked, or generally pissed off by the antics of their questionable friends and family.

Tomorrow, once I fully emerge from my Easter feasting-induced hibernation, I plan on wrapping up the Seven Deadly Sins applied to writing line of posts, get back to All The King’s…etc, and start sending things back out for publication consideration again.  Probably writing a BioShock Infinite review, which is something I am not even a little sorry for.

And so, if anyone needs me, it’s still laze o’clock until Tuesday morning gets here.