So as not to alienate the little amount of estrogen I currently possess, I baked a cake. I actually baked a fu*king birthday cake. I had two pans, a cake plate, and a bowl to mix up all the freshly purchased ingredients. Never mind that I still don’t have dishes on which to eat said cake, but I BAKED A CAKE! The amazing part is that it actually tastes great. It’s scrumptious and moist. For breakfast it went very well with chocolate milk and for lunch, Dr. Pepper made it so much better. Hmm, I wonder how beer and Nerds taste with vanilla icing? Gotta run, it’s snack time!