in continuing coverage, I'm about to turn in my speech proposal about banning flip flops in Florida and mandating use of crocs.

[titled: how I learned to stop worrying and love the crocs]

look, I can't rustle up two wooly fucks to give about this public speaking class.

so if it's going to be a disaster and terrible methodology for a speech, then fuck it, I'm going to have some fun with it.

(and yes, I do have a serious topic as my backup.)

(and another ridiculous one as my backup backup)

(I really hate this class okay)

yikes. good luck with the appointments and the speaking class, and i hope therapy goes well.

therapy was pretty good. I was tired so less emotionally attached to things (good and bad there) and the doc. well, it was fine until the last few minutes.

for class, it is pouring fucking rain and I am really debating it.

I can email my topic. I just don't want to sit in the damn class for near 3 hours in soaking wet clothes.

oh yikes. i take it that there's no way not to get soaked if you go?

No, it is sheets of water levels of rain.