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Does anyone else feel a little bit self-indulgent by maintaining a blog? I don’t think the world wide web really cares about what I had for breakfast this morning (oatmeal with brown sugar, thank you very much), but here I am nonetheless. I suppose I could go with the whole “journaling is theraputic” notion, but that would only really work if I word vomit on the screen and divulge every last morsel of my not-so-interesting life (which I do not intend on doing).

My posts will likely consist of random knitting/spinning photos, life’s general musings (school, work, family, friends, a certain fellow nerd/gamer whose ability to almost beat me at Scrabble makes me weak in the knees), recipes that I’ve written myself but will likely forget unless I post them somewhere, and ranting about my latest gaming timesuck (Chrono Trigger, how I love thee). Whew, that was a long sentence. Yes, I am choosing to remain blissfully ignorant of how poorly written it is. Hey, it’s my blog, deal with it.

And that’s all there is…

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