Remember how I said I had three part time jobs and together it felt like I was working one full time job?

Guess what?

Two days later one of those part time jobs turned into a full time job (with a raise and a promotion, honk if you love good fortune). As of now I am doing my best to juggle that full time job with the other two part timers and still make time to look at Poor Kyle’s poor face every once in a while. I consider it a huge success that I made dinner three times this week (the third day was leftovers from the first day but if you’re counting you’re just plain rude).

In any event, I have let the blog slide once again. It seems like the only posts I’m able to come up with anymore are Saturday Steals and Saturday Steals Recaps, and even those are getting pretty meagre.

It’s not fair to you. You come here to read interesting stuff (or else to make fun of me behind my back, which, let’s face it, is awfully fun to do, isn’t it). You don’t come here to keep seeing the same picture of spinach day in and day out. Spinach, spinach, every dadgum day.

So I’m raising my self’s bar. I wrote a bill and Poor Kyle signed it and I’m enforcing a new moral code—a Blogging Code of Practice—to keep myself in check.

What does the Blogging Code of Practice mean for you?

It means you can expect the following things from me, blog-wise, from here on out:

1. One Saturday Steals Recap post every Monday.

2. One shorter post every Tuesday.

3. One longer (juicier! now with real fruit juice!) post every Wednesday OR Thursday. (But don’t get greedy: not both.)

4. One shorter post every Friday.

5. One Saturday Steals post opening every Friday night and lasting all weekend.

In addition to the above regularly scheduled programming, you can also expect the occasional giveaway, like-it link-it day, and any other sundries that tickle my fancy. I will strive to keep the tone light and funny, quirky and murky—no, not murky—to the best of my abilities. If you’ve stuck with this old blog for any length of time you know that it used to be a lot better. Just like my face used to be a lot better looking. (Okay, maybe not a LOT better looking, but certainly 5-10% less awful. You really must admit.)

I am like one of those dodgy politicians who wins people over with a false veneer and then shatters it as soon as she takes office, accepting under-the-table handouts in unlabeled envelopes from shady characters in trench coats and aviators. I’ve let my blogging morals slide, made excuses for my bad content these long months (first there was school and I was too stressed to write, then there was summer and I was too relaxed to write, then holidays came and I was too French to write, now it’s three jobs and I’m too rich to write).

But no more. The buck stops here. The mud-slinging is over. I am better than this. You know it. I know it. Everybody knows it, so the only thing to do is set myself these harsher rules and deny myself every possible option except Live Up To Them.

No backing down. No quitting just because I’m tired at 11:00 p.m. and want to sleep before waking up at 6:00 for work the next morning. No sleeping. Sleep is for sissies.

Sissiness is for sissies.

Who’s with me?

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This post is written in conjunction with the Spin Cycle over at Sprite’s Keeper, the topic of which this week is morals. Click here for more of the most moralistic posts on the internet this week.

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