Well, there's good news and bad news.
Bad news: I'm still a zombie. I partied like a middle-aged woman last night. Ate a bunch of Chinese food, unbuttoned my pants to make room for the food baby and watched Millionaire Matchmaker until 1 in the morning.
Party on, Wayne.
Good news: It's Good Friday. Which means that some of you assholes got the day off. You know who didn't get the day off?
This moi.*
Instead, I got to go play in the desert for five hours. Oh, and did I mention I got to use a sweet, super awesome, fancy pants camera? I didn't mention that? Well then I guess I also may have forgotten to mention that I didn't know how to do anything other than point and shoot. It took me ten minutes to figure out the flash.
I am available to do weddings, people.
That being said, Happy Easter everyone. Now go do something crazy in the name of Jesus. Amen.
*If you're wondering when I'm going to stop talking about 30 Rock, the answer is NEVER. Never, that is, unless I find out Tina Fey eats babies or I get distracted by a new show. Your move, network TV.
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