Dosing Off.

Being a lung surgeon just simply wasn't enough for me. Apparently, I had way too much time on my hands. So I decided to go back to graduate school. I want more meaningless pieces of paper supposedly representing my intelligence. They look good in frames.

I'm sitting in class right now. This class is four hours long. That's a long ass time. Try sitting still for 4 hours. Listening to a little Asian man. With an accent. Talking about things that make you wish you were doing something more exciting. Paint drying sounds fun. Or maybe somebody is growing some grass somewhere that I could watch. I'm desperate enough that spending time with the molester is appealing at this point.

We just had a break and I bought some strawberry flavored mentos from the market here on campus. I'll be suffering from a sugar crash in about an hour and a half. But really, who can resist strawberry mentos? Not me.

Manda's taking a Spanish class right now. My little southern girl is learning to speak Spanish with a southern accent. I am continually smiling because I don't think she could get any cuter.

I have nothing interesting to say. I am just bored.

*wishing Scottie would beam me up*

Peace Out.
:o)