in which someone eats too much sugar

I have decided that I am not cool enough.
Drastic measures to improve this, such as doing my laundry more than once a month, learning to tango, or donating money I don't have to charities I harbor Gibsonesque pyramid scheme suspicions about are not appealing to me currently; it is time for a blog.

I have nothing to say right now, but I assume that will change eventually.
Meantime, I reccomend a seasonal dip into the sweet dream known as The Pumpkin Fritter.
Not that I can supply you with these, I can't; but my neighbor makes them by the soft and sugary quadozen, and neighbors can't be that difficult to come by.