I hate April Fool’s Day.  Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate it.  Why?  Because I’m gullible as hell and don’t get sarcasm.  In fact, sarcasm generally pisses me off because it comes across as "I’m smarter than you and proving it by screwing with you".  Insecure?  Yeah, probably.  Now that I’m thinking about it, I can probably go all therapist and say it’s Sean’s fault for playing prankster on me growing up.  Though, you’d think I’d get used to it.  At least Sean wasn’t lame enough to wait until one specific cliche day to do it.  I’ve digressed…

On top of my hatred for feeling like a sucker, I have to put up with the lame predictable shit people are going to try pulling all over the net.  You can fully expect some slashdot story about Bill Gates cuddling a penguin doll, a sports blog post that A-Rod was traded to the Royals for a bag of peanuts, sightings of martians, and [pop star of the moment] doing something donkey (or doing a donkey, for that matter). 

Today is lame.   Lame, lame, lame.  Maybe I’ll start a new personal tradition of taking today off and shutting out the world… just sitting in my PJs and reading a book.  Only 9 hours and 45 minutes of idiot prankster day left.