It’s April 1st, which means I have about two weeks to find all my tax return stuff. Additionally, it means that the NYS budget is officially late once again. It also apparently means we’re getting a preview of summer, as it’s supposed to be about 30 degrees warmer by this afternoon than it is now, and into the 80’s tomorrow. In other words, it’s gonna be too damn hot. I guess I’d be happy to see the warm weather come if I could actually walk, but seeing as things seem to be getting worse rather than better in the whole foot department, so I really don’t care.

Normally, I’d be looking forward to the weekend (such as it is), but this is the worst kind of holiday weekend – where you don’t get an extra day off, but are stuck doing “family” related things that screw up your Sunday. In this case, it means sitting around watching my wife get irritated by her parents while my mother-in-law insists I that I eat more (and anything I eat while she’s futzing around in the kitchen – which is pretty much the whole time that we’re eating – doesn’t count), and my father-in-law asks me questions about politics and gets pissed when I don’t agree with him.

Here’s an interesting statistic: by apparently standing for more or less nothing, Barack Obama has managed to have his approval ratings drop more or less equally amongst Liberals, Moderates, and Conservatives. Nice job.

Like Tiger Woods, David Duchovny, and Jesse James, I’m thinking I ought to check myself in to sex rehab. My only question is, can you consider yourself a sex addict if there aren’t really any women willing to have sex with you? And, if you happen to be a rich, famous, good-looking guy that has sex with lots of women, does that make you a sex addict, or just, like, a guy with options?

Oh well, it’s about that time, I guess.

When you get home tonight, eat your supper like it’s your last.