Well, I am feeling fairly elated on this Good Friday, and slightly nostalgic for Good Fridays past, and in particular the Good Friday in high school when I decided to have a party during the day, and, upon my mother's arrival home from work, she smelled trouble and shouted the title of this post at me. I am such a bad Catholic, and clearly have been so for a full half of my life.
In other news, I found out I got more $ for my trip to England this summer (yippee!) and am looking forward to a Friday night of relaxation and sloth.
Life is good. Great, in fact.
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