Sometimes, you wake up in the morning, and you just say to yourself, hell. I need me some "Red Rubber Ball."

And sometimes, well... sometimes you just don't have it.

Hooray for: afternoon lattes during Romanticism, slapstick comedy, exorbitant chocolate from Mom for Easter, Robin Williams Live, Phil assassinating-with-squirt-gun seder-drunk Rita, and the night on the town planned Saturday night for Kristen and I.

Boo for: really short blogs, escalating Iraqi war.