Again, I am kind of sore.  Apparently I danced quite strenuously in my drunken stupor on Saturday night.  This time it seems to have been a buns workout.  I have to say that I did not plan on getting anywhere near as blitzed as I ended up getting.  It was those blasted Irish car bombs.  Absolutely delicious and loaded to the brim with liquor (when made by Dave).  I only mention this because it resulted in the worst Easter ever.  Not only did my stomach and coordination disagree with attending a feast, but my sitting-at-homeness allowed for a certain video game predator to come over and not let me be hung over in peace.  I suppose he provided plenty of Easter grass but overall it was an unpleasant afternoon.

Ravi struck at 12:08