Apologies if this is slightly incoherent. It's Good Friday so lunch was cottage cheese and a Dr. Pepper. But I just finished it, so I think my brain will operate normally for a few more minutes.

Actually, nothing bad has happened today -- aside from the fact that it's still cold enough for the clouds to randomly spit snowflakes. But there's that whole Mets-sweeping-the-Cardinals thing hanging over this week. I actually watched the first game with the Maths Wizard and his friends, which makes me 0-3 in Cardinals-Mets games I have watched with that particular company. It's certainly not the first time in recent years that St. Louis has gotten off to a bad start in the first series (and at least this time it was the Mets and not the Brewers or the Rockies), but everyone always overreacts to the first series. At least everyone in the Central kind of sucks right now -- except the Pirates, but you know that's not going to last.

I'm really in a sulk this morning, however, because I was supposed to go to ballet class last night. As in an actual class, with a teacher, music that's not straight off my iNot, and enough floor space to do a grande jete without landing on the couch. As you might have guessed from the "supposed," I did not make it, thanks to a series of delays (slow elevator, slow traffic light, subway train with a balky door that the conductor had to manually check) that lasted no more than five minutes each, but combined to put me just far enough behind schedule that I couldn't get there on time. Well, I could have made it to the building by class time, but I would have had to take class in my sweater and jeans which, despite what the school staff told me about having no formal dress code, I think they would have frowned on. I can go next week, of course, but it still sucked.

Last weekend was pretty busy: Yan and I went to the Orchid Show at the Botanical Gardens on Saturday, and then I met up with the Pindeldyboz editor to go to the Opium magazine party. Big props to Married Brother, who Googled the bar we were supposed to go to after we couldn't locate it and no one in the neighborhood knew where it was. (It didn't have a sign, which was part of the problem. We went to the right intersection in the first place.) The party was very crowded and neither of us knew anyone else, but we did have a quick chat with one of the Opium managing editors and spent most of the rest of the evening getting to know each other and swapping editorial frustrations. Then Sunday was the baseball game, which I've already mentioned. So I'm kind of looking forward to a quiet Easter weekend, especially since the weather's going to be crummy. If ever a weekend was meant to be spent on the couch reading, it's this one.

As the exterminator said to me last weekend, "Happy Easter or Passover or whatever you celebrate this time of year."