I crapped out unbelievably early last night due to one large whanging seizure that was enough to make my head continue to vibrate even up until this morning.

Jeez.

I am feeling much better, thankfully, but I am sore like a mofo and sort of have the sensation that that I have been beaten about the back and legs by many tiny little men with tiny little hammers.

Brainfuck! It is the malady of never-ending analogies.

Tonight begins Passover, and a hearty Chag Sameach to my Jewish homies.

Since my mother is the half that is Not Jew, there will be no seder here, but I will definitely be thinking of my grandparents as I generally do on this day.

In other news, I have had The Conversation with my stepdad about The Cat.

“There’s no way in hell I’m having five cats, Jennifer.”
“I will pay you to board the cat.”
“WHAT?”
“I will pay twenty-five dollars a month to board the cat.”
“That’s ridiculous. There are just too many cats.”
“You won’t even see our cats. They will be in the basement.”
“Ridiculous.”
“Basement!”
“Ah!”
“I’m NOT getting rid of my cats!!!”
“BAH!”

At this point he waved me off in his charming Irish way. (not) I do feel that I made a little headway, though, and got him thinking.

At least I got him thinking about how stubborn I am.

Happy Pesach, y’all.

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