This post has no title. Dude. Cleverness is not a virtue.

So.... since my last post, things have changed. Not everything, just: goals.

I finished my writing class at LBCC. My professor, Christopher Byars (probably a good 10 years younger than me, with a great head of hair), was amazing. It was a fun and exciting experience. I made a room full of recent high school graduates laugh at least twice, and who knew that would be so fulfilling? 

I got an A.

High on academic success, I decided to get some math over with. I tested very badly, and therefore had to retake algebra. I signed up, started the class, and instantly felt my life slipping away. It was awful. I was awful. Out of my depth, there was nothing fun or funny about that class, or my performance.

So I dropped it. 

Since then I haven't taken any classes, unless you count checking out YouTube for cooking tips (actually, I don't think I've even done that. I may have asked Alexa: "Alexa! Is canned corn cooked?"). Or a work-related training session that was dull beyond belief. No? You don't count those things? Then hey, my education abruptly came to a halt.

More later. My frozen tamale is almost done steaming, and I have an egg to fry.*

*Not a euphemism.