the small bulge in my pocket

After turning in my English keys (office, building, mailbox) yesterday, my set of keys is now disconcertingly smaller. Every time I pick them up, I feel like I've picked up someone else's by mistake. Currently I only have three keys on the ring in addition to a plastic gym access card. I have one for my car, one for my apartment, and one for an unused The Club® somewhere in my car (maybe I should remove that one).

feed me chocolate

I'm going to blame the blogging community for my newly-gained (in the past three years or so) pot belly. See, when y'all talk about delicious things you're eating, I want them, too. It's kind of like how I am with music -- if a song comes on the radio, chances are I'll like it. I am very susceptible to advertising, too.

Anyways, a few people in the interwebs lately have been mentioning brownies. Now I want some!!!!!