Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.

Okay. It's Easter morning, the fam is up, we've helped Hailey find her eggs and now we're getting ready to eat breakfast. Without Cole here is doesn't quite feel right. I didn't have to get up early and hide eggs and baskets. It's rather sad.

I figured that I'd best journal early before we descend upon our family (in Gilroy) and get sucked into being social. Yes, it's true. I'm not terribly social. Shocking, I know.

I'm still PISSED that my copies of The X-Files haven't arrived yet. ebarnon got his copy of season 2 without paying for shipping AND he ordered it after me. Fuckers. I decided to pay for shipping. Therein lies my mistake, apparently. Next time I'm totally not springing the 5 bones for shipping. Dammit!

Time for breakfast.

Thoughts on Easter by the Cigarette Smoking Man:
Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So your stuck with this indefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a Peanut Butter Cup or an English Toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is... fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box... filled with useless brown paper wrappers.