Ah, the school season is upon us...

Nearly 5 years out of college, and I can't help going back for more punishment. Perhaps it is my purgatorial state of existing in the southern california culture that rewards how much of your ass you can show through your shorts rather than if you got the smarts. Or, it might be the fact that my job requires 50 less IQ points than I currently possess. Okay, maybe 60. The fact remains if humans generally use 8 percent of ther brains at a given time, without these extra little classes, my squishy gray matter would atrophy like a coma patient's dancin' feet. Only problem is choosing which classes I will initially fawn over, then, weeks later, start to hate with every beat of my transplanted monkey heart.