Getting drunk, killing bunnies...you know your average Easter.

As you may have noticed over the past week, I haven't posted anything. I've got a couple of different things that I'm working on and hope to have up by next week (one on Monday, and possibly one next Friday). While my current workload isn't especially pressing, I am working on a number of other work projects that normally don't rear their collective head until much later in the month. The reason for this is twofold. First, I have to go to Tallhassee for work next Tuesday Wednesday, & Thursday. It's a simple business trip that I'd rather not take (especially since it requires that I travel to Georgia, make no mistake about it...Tallahassee is NOT part of Florida). However, the length of the trip and the fact that I won't have access to the preferred technology for much of the week makes it neccessary that I dedicate some of my time this week to those endeavors. Secondly, and more importantly, I'll be flying out to Seattle the week after next. This is not a business trip, rather a vacation to see some old friends most of which I haven't seen in over a year (if not longer). The trip was sort of scheduled around the NFL Draft but there is plenty more in store once I make my way out to the Pacific Northwest. As you might guess, I plan on being quite boozy during the entirety of this trip so it's far from likely that anything that could even be considered work will be accomplished during this time (unless of course you consider throwing up, heckling Carl Everett, or rolling teenage heroin addicts on the streets of Seattle "work"). At any rate, that's the flimsy excuse (or set of excuses) that I'm using to justify my lack of presence here over the last week (that and 16 hours a day that I've spent sitting next to my mailbox waiting on my Florida National Championship shirts to arrive). So there you have it. Now, try and keep it together for another couple of days without killing yourself in a horrible salad and soda accident ala uber-booster Logan Young and I'll be back early next week, provided that I don't get arrested in a bar fight this weekend with all the people that are sure to be back in town for Easter. If there's one thing that the celebration of JC's resurrection is consistently good for, it's a monster weekend of ridiculous drinking and the luscious hangovers that surely follow.
"Of course they want you to believe they landed on the moon, it's just another cover up...like them fake ass Dinosaurs nigga!"