Tuesday, April 1 (recovery)

I spent a good portion of the day thinking about various jokes to make in my blog post for April Fools day. I planned out a fairly elaborate post about revealing that I'm adopted, but hardly ever tell anyone about it (not even my own parents).

There was also the one about deciding to become a marathoner, because I want to get in the mindset of Celia Peterson when I attempt to travel the US and interview people about her life.

But in the end, I realized I'm just too mature and spiritually dead now for such juvenile pranks, and I will never, ever say or write anything intended to be facetious, deceptive, or satirical ever again ever. Nope.