For some unknown reason, I've had that song running through my head for the past week or so. And it's not even close to being Christmas! I guess my heathen Jewish mind just kind of lumps all the Christian holidays together. So beginneth my Hell Week. In our already understaffed and overworked department of five, three people will be out of the office on Wednesday and Friday and two will be out on Thursday, leaving me and one other person to be our entire daily news department and gather and report on news, write and put together all of our daily faxes and website updates, edit everything for next week's print issue and all the other stuff we do on a daily basis that is normally handled by five people. Can you see me? Hi, I'm over here bursting with fruit flavor. They say that no one's head has blown up from working here... yet. In the Great Easter Candy Campaign, I have to place my vote with the Cadbury Creme Egg contingent. I love me some Cadbury Creme Eggs, and I don't understand why people don't like them and who don't get the gestalt of the Creme Egg, but over the past few days, I've run into many who don't. I tried being the Easter Bunny by picking up a few extra Eggs and giving them to my co-workers who promptly returned them because they said they didn't like Cadbury Creme Eggs. How scandalous! Well, more for me then. I'm waiting for the Post-Easter Candy Deluge Sale to pick up a few more. Mmmm... Cadbury Creme Eggs... [insert Homer Simpson drooling noise here]