This Night is Actually Like Most Other Nights

Yeah, so, Passover. Not doing a seder of any sort. I find the idea depressing. The fucking Angel of Death can go fuck itself. If Elijah comes around looking for a drink he will just have to go to another door. Sorry, Elijah, maybe next year in Jerusalem. The house is not clean of chametz, not that I've ever actually done that but I'm not going to pretend that I might. Not having any kind of fancy meal or bothering to get wine out of the shed. I'll have the bread of affliction every day, and the internal debate about rice, and that will have to do.