There are too many times in my life lately when I have to stop and ask myself “When did I turn into this person?” It’s like there had been some sort personality trait switch with someone I’m not sure I like. For instance, I find that it is nearly IMPOSSIBLE for me to be on time for ANYTHING. AT ALL. EVER. This post right here is a good example, I have tried to post it 3 times today, but, of course, have been distracted by such trivial things such as email, naps, and twitter. So if you read that I have died in some horrible baking experiment gone wrong, just go ahead and come to my funeral about 2 hours after the posted start time. I think I can make it by then.