One of the translators where I work does handwritten corrections on his first draft which I have to enter into the document. (He doesn't know how to use a computer. I know, don't get me started on this guy.)
Ever notice how some people's handwriting is downright offensive? Sometimes I have to ask my colleague for help in deciphering his.
"What's he trying to write? What's that ugly balloon?"
"Oh, I think that's an 'l'."
"Oh my god! Quick, get it away, before it tries to eat the children!"

Ack. What a crummy day. No particular reason, nothing horrible happened. It just seemed that today shit was hanging from every branch. I guess it makes sense - we need something to balance out those days when you feel great for no apparent reason. But man - it just never ended. No matter which turn my narrative took, it was coloured in crud.
The good news is that usually, when one of those days is over, it's over. It's bedtime for me, and not a moment too soon.

Came home early from work today to get some rest. Ironic, cause they're drilling on the balconies outside. Only, from the sound, you'd swear they were drilling inside your head. Very restful...

Played Atari with Dave tonight. Kicked that bitch's ass at Tennis. Now he's my Tennis bitch.
Ask him he'll tell you. In fact, every day this week I'm sure he'll stop people on the street and say, "Good afternoon. I'm Claude's Tennis bitch." Come to think of it, I should have made him wear a shirt that says that...

I'm still sick. I'm very impatient with illness. It inconveniences me. All weekend I've been a good boy, resting and drinking water like it's going out of style. What do I have to do, kill a goat?

Someday, someone will have to tell me what bunnies, chocolate, the colours purple and yellow have to do with a religious holiday about an event that wouldn't feel out of place in a horror movie.

Yes, I know, I skipped a day. Well I was sick (still am) and almost fell asleep at the computer last night. That'll have to pass as my excuse.
I guess it's a crummy way to spend my four-day weekend (yes, I love working for the government), but then again, most of the people I would've spent time with are busy or out of town, on account of the holiday.
Good Friday is actually my favourite holiday, if I had to pick one. As a child, I would have picked Christmas, but the charm of that one has worn off. Growing up I went to church every week (not by choice), and Good Friday was the most dramatic of the religious holidays, what with Jesus being crucified and dying. Also, Good Friday isn't a commercial holiday. We're not inundated by Good Friday greeting cards, posters, commercials and toys. (Can you imagine a toy crucifix that says "My God, why have you forsaken me?" when you press the red button at the back?)