Dialogue, Third Edition.

I decided to go back to school.. again. Starting over, after joining the millions with useless degrees. I’m taking English Composition. Writing a dialogue, a memoir, learning how not to plagiarize. They said I needed this credit, since my last course equivalent to it was over 10 years ago. It should be an easy A, but I can be careless with my writing. Too much OD made me forget proper punctuation, and how to have any kind of organization. I always get points off for that crap. But this is the easy part. Math is what will make me want to rip my hair out.

It’s a long road ahead, but I’m in no hurry. A class or two at a time, just enough to keep the wheels in my brain moving. More hours at the library, after a big coffee. I had to drop the puppy off at day care, since construction is being done on the house and he likes to dart out the garage door and across the street. I almost went to Alexandria, to all my old hangouts. The Starbucks, the movie theater, the little running trail. But I decided against it. As much as I love it there, I want to move on. These places remind me of people I know I can’t forget, but I can leave behind. There are good memories there, too, where I met Chris and we had some of our dates. But most of our life together is away from there, and I like that.

The magazines are calling my name. I like this tiny new library in the middle of nowhere. Maybe there is a new place for coffee and a movie around here. I’m going to need it, this paper writing is boring me.