it just settled in that i wont be spending this easter at home with my family. i well up when i think about it. not that i care about the resurrection or any of that other fiction.

but i want to sit around and dye eggs while listening to 'jesus christ superstar.' and bitch with kara about going to church. and make fun of all the catholics who think theyre really eating jesus's body. fecking cannibals. and stuffing myself with jelly belly's and reeses peanut butter eggs.

instead, i'll probably be writing a paper, stopping shortly to eat a can of spaghettios.

sad.