Somehow I got off on my day counts. It may have been in Hawaii, who knows. I wasn't thinking straight on a lot of things, but can you blame me? In any case, Easter is this Sunday, and Christians the world over will remember how Christ rose from the dead. This Jew, on the other hand, will do no such thing. I will think about other things rising *symbols crash* I'll be here all week.
But really, I have a sad confession. Despite the facial hair, soft spoken demeanor, Jewish background, and passion for carpentry, I'm no Jesus. I broke Lent. I apologize. I was unable to go 40 days. The details of when and how I broke it will remain confidential, but know that I at least had the decency to break it with a person, and not with my left hand.
So that's all folks. I am not the Messiah. In fact, I'm unable to even identify with him by depriving myself of a vice for six short weeks. But all it not lost. The mere undertaking of this endeavor proved to be more of a journey of self-discovery than I thought it would be. It also taught me a lot about women. And as my dad likes to say whenever I am struggling and need some sympathy from my parents: "suffering is good for the soul." I'm looking forward to 11 months of uninhibited hedonism, before my life spins out of control and I consider tackling this Lent monster again next year.
Peace.
