I should really write something

But I can never think of anything to write about anymore. Today I didn't do anything very interesting. I went to the grocery store and tried to decide if I wanted to eat meat for dinner. I keep looking at it, but I finally gave in and got a piece of beef today. And I successfully undercooked it. Becka and Aaron both would have been alarmed the meat was bleeding on my plate.

Oh, and I actaully replied to all the emails I got. Usually I don't do that.