It's after 10 pm on a Saturday night and I'm freaking out because I know I have to be up for work in 5 hours.
"You're working on Easter?" One might ask incredulously, if they knew what was good for 'em.
Yup, I'm working on Easter. Fun Fact: Easter is not a paid holiday for my company. Thinking it *was* is the only reason I did not request it off.
"Why request it off? You that religious?"
No, sadly, an abundance of faith is not the reason I would request this particular Sunday off. No, dear reader, tomorrow is, in fact, the national day of celebration for the number of times this tiny, little ball we call Earth has circled the Sun since I was ceremoniously launched from the womb.
Birthday, it's my birthday! Sheesh! People don't even appreciate an awkwardly turned phrase anymore.
Anyway, yeah. Tomorrow is my birthday, and Easter, and I will be stuck in a cubicle, answering phones, counting the many minutes until I can run screaming from my daily prison and celebrate my birth. Not that I'm doing anything of interest. I will probably just come home, watch some tv, and take a nap. I should *so* not still be awake right now...