I did not want to get out of bed today.  At all.  But then it was Easter, and if Jesus can rise from the dead 3 days after being crucified, then the least I can do is get out of bed 9 hours after doing battle with the tequila gods.

You know who I wish could rise from the dead is Prince.  Three years ago today.  I guess cremating someone pretty much nixes the possibility of them rising from the dead, however.  So much for that.

I got two really solid ideas for the slasher novel I’m not supposed to be writing, so I wrote down some brief notes to try to flesh out later this week.  I have 44 days to finish the book I’m supposed to be writing, but I have about 180 days worth of work left to do.  So either I’m going to miss the deadline, or I’ll finish the thing and probably drop dead from exhaustion.  I need to pick a path.

N.P.: “DOA” – Foo Fighters