I had a pre-class hummus and an adult beverage (on campus! can you believe it?) and now I just need to pee and then head to class. I'm as ready as I'm going to be. I'm knee deep in self doubt--not just because of class, but other stuff I just don't want to get into. Let's just say I'm kind of regretting what i said to the exboy the other night and that no wonder I'm single, I'm just a bitter old hag who didn't enjoy her youth while she had it. But I will not apologize, I was just stating a fact. This isn't the time for positive, uplifting messages, though. I'm glad I'm not going to traditional grad school, I'd be dying right now--from old age, of course. I feel so old hanging on campus, but hey, I did get double carded for my adult bevvy. Probably just standard precaution, though. Luckily my class is a bunch of older folks, I think I'm one of the younger ones. It's all about perspective these days.

Dr Gay, let's move to Austin, Tx. do you thing A would be down with it? I want to be Dorothy.