The Post-Easter Post

Easter doesn't make sense because rabbits are mammals and do not lay eggs, so I didn't write a post about it. There was a big thunderstorm in my area this morning. Whenever it is pouring outside I think of the homeless and eat ice cream, but I ran out of ice cream so I only thought about the homeless today. It may sound strange but thinking about the homeless is bitter and ice cream is sweet, and the bitter sweetness makes me a better philosopher than I already am.