After one of the more involved application processes to which I've subjected myself, I'm in. Until now, since my interview a few weeks ago, I was provisionally accepted. Now I think it's safe to say I'm in-in, since I was invited to register for classes today. If only. I can't WAIT to register for classes! But, we're four wheels short once again. The Freaking Camry is dead. Well, not dead-dead. The radiator is busted, so says my husband. (I think he should stick to human diagnoses, but he certainly knows more about cars than I do.)
Speaking of human diagnoses, he has been eating and breathing the medical school stuff. Figuratively. I realize that statement may inspire thoughts of gnawing on textbooks or worse, and there is no such thing happening here. I feed him.
Actually, I baked a monstrosity of a chocolate cake the other day. It is sooo yummy and moist, but too large for two. I think it would prefer to be unfrosted. I don't like frosting. Anywho, if you attempt to make this cake, be ye warned - the batter resembles chocolate soup. The recipe says it will be thin. Apparently, this is what that means. If you wish to try before you buy, come over. I have 3/4 of a two-day old chocolate cake in my cake saver. Come and get it.
I need to buy postage stamps today. Somehow. So I can mail my bank deposit. So I can purchase more items by mail. I live in a (meteorite) hole.
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