Easter and Tingles

• "Whatever hour it is, it is too early for me to be awake." (11:45 a.m.)
• "The short people in my house are freaking the frak out for no apparent reason and also I have no eardrums because they have melted. Also I want coffee. Good morning, World!" (12:50)
• "What was that, mother? You wish me to function? Ha. Ha, I say. I have not even found the apricot jam this morning, and I am sans coffee. I spit on your dreams of a coherent daughter." (12:55)
• "I HAVE NOW ORGANIZED EASTER. You are welcome, family. Let us now hide the not-fetuses in a festive manner."
• "Wait, how many eggs did we start with? Sister dearest, do you know how many eggs there are? No? Brother, dear, stop chortling at our 'amateur mistakes'. When we find the missing rotten egg in two weeks, it will be in your face that I will SMASH it."
• "OMG I LUVS ME SOME WARM BLOODY MEAT. STEAKS FOREVAR."
• "Oh no, my parents have given me a GINORMOUS BASKET full of delicious things. They are the worst people in the world." *noms on chocolate bunny* 
  

That's pretty much how the first part of my Easter went. Also I had many debates with my father on the pagan fertility origins of Easter. Which was fun.

Then, I did some other stuff that was less exciting, including reading (remind me to post my reviews for books 1-5 of the Kitty Norville series) and the aforementioned bunny-nomming.

I then managed to write more than 700 words, which I am very happy about. Normally I clock in about 250-500 words in a day, less if I have other things planned. So, yeah, happy.

Ta.