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Happy Dead Jesus Saturday! That's right, unless you were crucifying him in effigy yesterday, today is the only day of the year on which Jesus is truly dead. So celebrate by loathing your neighbor, committing adultery with women in your heart, and fearing not Him who, after death, can cast you into the pit*. In other words, like I live every day.

Oh, and if you made the cut (were local, unKosher, and not expected to prefer/be obligated to have dinner with your own family), Easter dinner is at 5. Ian, this includes you and your mom, obviously. So tell her. In fact, you might want to tell her 4.

35 minutes, 2.5 miles, 234 calories. 5 one-minute intervals at 90 9 mph. Wow. I got really fast there for a second. Still not slow, though.



*When I'm in the pit, I'm gonna punch and kick.