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I've fallen over the edge into shamelessness. I actually made a half-batch of chocolate chip cookie dough because I wanted to eat cookie dough, not because I wanted to make cookies. (No, I am not going to eat the entire thing; I'm going to make cookies, but it's the intent that I consider shameless.)

It's a lot easier to be bored in the winter than it is in the summer, I'm discovering.