4/9 What the fuck is a 'Easter Monday'?

Webcomic of the day: Isotown(It's unlike anything I've ever seen-- some lonely dude with MS Paint has built a pixelated world that grows organically over time. It makes no sense to start in the middle, which is why the link is to the very first comic, when it was just Ian's little house. Then a neighbor moves in, then a taco shop, a gas station, apartment complex, new roads, etc. You really have to start from the beginning, and I was hooked for comics #30-100 or so, but after that it became more about scaffolding on the new department store than the people of the town, which is where the drama really is. But it's a cool ass idea anyway, so check it out when you're bored.)

Anyway, back to 'Easter Monday':

What a complete waste of a perfectly good Monday! Just because Jesus became the original zombie on a Sunday, we now have to take the next 24 hours off as well? What a crock of shit! At any rate, the library was not open today, so checking out books and hiding in the research room to get some writing done was difficult. Instead I had a long, cathartic, mostly-natural-yet-momentarily-embarrassing chat with Elizabeth the likes of which has not been seen in something like three and a half years. So that was good news. In other news, I didn't leave the house at all today aside from a quick smoke break with Martina, and for about 6 hours holed myself up in the darkness writing intermittently, dealing with myself, devouring my remaining box of white wine, and reading A Confederacy Of Dunces, which is probably the funniest book I've read since Another Roadside Attraction. It was quite the spectacular day, to be honest, and once Martina and Megan disappear to their respective vacation destinations, I plan to buy more boxes of wine and have a series of such days. Nothing makes me happier than having shit to do but write, listen to music, play on the internet, and live inside my own head. Coincidentally, that keeps me from spending $60 out each evening (especially since I hardcore overdrew my bank account with plane tickets and got charged a shitload for it-- FUCK YOU, WAMU!)

Drink Count: 6 (they were quiet, over 7 hours, and interspersed with water and food-- quite wonderful and much better for me than pounding shots of whiskey at the bar and waking up 12 hours later with only one sock on.)

Here's an 'Easter Monday' picture. If it didn't look like the bunny was about to eat her fucking head it just might be the cutest thing I've ever seen. She really is a beautiful little girl.