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Thirty six donuts are here at my desk, 36 donuts are here, take one down, pass it around...

Dear members and constituents,
Fabulous Fridays! Full of freedom, fantasizing about the phenomenal fun of the following few days. Find yourself foraging for food on the foyer? Do not despair, donuts were delivered without delay. And that's all the alliteration I can stomach for today. Donuts, however are a different story. Thirty six beauties from LaMar's are sitting there awaiting consumption… and I'm sure I could stomach at least a couple. Sara Baack's debut in the club also marks the debut of the three dozen donut minimum. Sara unfortunately is not here today to witness this wonder Time Wise has delivered, however you can! Grab a cup of coffee (or other politically acceptable beverage of your choice) and come on down to 32C-415 to partake in the wonder we call Donut Fridays.

On a separate note, some of you have inquired about re-chartering. As you may recall, when we started the new rotation in August we had enough members to get us through early January. I wanted to let you know that due to an increase in membership, the new rotation is now scheduled to begin in mid-March. When the date draws nearer we will obviously re-charter and start a new rotation, so put your mind at ease and bite into one of these palatable pastries.

Happy Friday!

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