Additionally, I would like to apologize for that last sentence. It doesn’t make sense to me either.
I believe I’ve corralled the sinister beast we call “computer” into submission and now it will show the general public our current class schedule. It’s been a rough 2 weeks surviving without food or sleep during my ordeal, so my language skills aren’t at their best.
I’m finally eating lunch today and I made the decision to eat my tapioca pudding first (why yes I am a reincarnated old man). I figure if I slip into a coma from low blood sugar, I’ll lie in my irreversible torpor appreciating the comforting taste of vanilla as the staff in the long term care hospice gaze at the Mona Lisa-esque smile upon my face and wonder what causes me such pleasure.
With any luck, I’ll not “accidently” throttle the unknowing soul who points out the errors.