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Fun Times

I have a quarterly review meeting in 25 minutes.

I’m having a low blood sugar moment and feel kinda loopy. Oh good.

A few minutes ago I gave myself a full dose of The Foamies just by drinking water. That’s a first. I’m just shy of two years since gastric bypass surgery and I’ve never had the foamies triggered by a liquid before. It’s always been solid food. It passed quick, but it was a surprise.

My father is having a bad day, health-wise today.

I just got an invite to a training that I took on Tuesday. It says the training starts in 25 minutes. I am so confused. Maybe it’s just the blood sugar thing. I’ve had a protein bar and I’m feeling better. My father is going to get stitches. He’s going to be miserable. I wish I could do something to help.

Blah, this is an example of a Friday that is not living up to it’s potential. It’s supposed to be “Good Friday” today, isn’t it? So far it’s not very good. Blah.

Good Friday

I should wish everyone who believes in Good Friday a Happy Good Friday.

I don’t get it though.  Why not just say Happy Day in Which Your Personal Savior was Slaughtered Like an Animal in the Most Humiliating and Agonizingly Painful Way Possible in Front of the Whole Entire City?

Stick to Easter.  Or what non believers call, The Day Your Personal Savior Came Back From the Dead as a Zombie.  How do you moan, “braaaiinnnns” in Aramaic?  What about Hebrew and Greek?

We usually do family things on Easter Sunday.  This year I’m on call so Jen and I are just going to stay home.  The kids are with their dad this weekend so there won’t even be Bunny festivities, zombie or otherwise.

I find some humor in the fact that this year Easter Sunday is immediately followed by April Fools Day on Monday.

For years I have been on the fence as to what if anything Easter really means to me.  This year it’s just another day for me.  I am much more excited about next weekend, when the kids have some huge events to participate in.  There’s no doubt in my mind as to the reality and importance of next weekend.

I don’t know… maybe I’m just getting my butt whooped at work today and am in a crummy mood.  I don’t know.

Do you think there is any hidden meaning to the season finale of The Walking Dead taking place on Easter Sunday?  Does anyone care?

I don’t know.