It’s Lent.  That’s the word on the street anyway, as I didn’t stem from a particularly religious garden.  But I feel I should join in with my peers and give something up.

So this year I’m giving up sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, baby.

It won’t be easy.  I am quite the rock star nowadays, watching my DVR’ed episodes of American Idol, going to sleep at 9 p.m. sharp and getting incredibly detailed about what exactly it was at breakfast that might be causing so much bloat.  But life is a sacrifice, no?  So it’s time to pack up my meth lab and “just say no” to the mosh pits from now on.  Tony won’t be thrilled about the sex part, though.