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Dear Nick Nolte,

Learn to enunciate. Also, how did you just meet someone when you didn't exchange names?

Ahurm. Sorry, watching Hulk in the background. I eagerly await the smashing, but I know it won't come.

ANYHOO.

I had promised my parents that I'd update the blog more in the New Year, so almost 3 months later, I'm trying to make good on that promise. So yeah, what have I been up to.

What indeed!

I'm of course still in Charleston (since I'll be around here for the proverbial duration), and still plodding along in the usual endeavors. OH NOES SINISTER POODLE (Sorry another Hulk interlude). Apparently, my comma use has turned to shit. Whoopsie daisy.

I haven't been baking nearly as much as I ought to, but I'm trying to change that with Lent. I failed pretty miserably on my New Year's resolutions, in that I didn't really make any. So I guess that means that I succeeded admirably. Hooray for me! But Lent, well. That's another story.

Here's what's up with ol' Rob/Young Master Cameron for Lent.

(OH SHOOT TIME FOR FANCY BULLETS)

• No more TV Tropes (because it will ruin your life and what is this business that Nick Nolte is doing. Near as I can tell, he just decided that Eric Bana is his son because he read 4 bases on a DNA sequence. Nick Nolte, in addition to enunciating, please take a basic sciencce course.)
• I'm going to start baking again, with one item each week. Speaking of, I need to make muffins. Specifically, strawberry muffins. For kids with cancer. (Okay, fine it's a bake sale for the cancer center here.) But still. That's some bar-worthy gab there.
• No more snooze button. Oh my God, no snooze button. It's pretty much degraded into "Well, I'm not using the Snooze button if I set an alarm on my phone. Or a second alarm on my phone." I blame the fact that since I've started Lent, I've had varous things keeping me from getting a full night's sleep. Most recently, paintball wrecking my quads and my back (not from the pellets, just the running AKA the first running I've done since... November maybe?) Also, OH MY GOD NICK NOLTE YOU SOUND LIKE A BUCKET OF GRAVEL THAT THINKS IT'S PEOPLE. SOMEONE DO THE TESTS.
• There's probably more, but let's say no coffee. It worked wonders for me last year, and that was with the delicious French stuff.

Oh, there was probably something about updating the blog more often for the Lent. So, mission accomplished. Where's my friggin' aircraft carrier?