I’m stalling. Or rather, cleaning, adjusting blinds, and turning up and down the heat. In 22 minutes, the virtual conversational Spanish class I enrolled in starts, and I’m in nervous. Would it really matter if I didn’t show? Nah. Except… I’d know. Since I want to speak Spanish fluently, I need to talk to people.Continue reading “Moth Testicles”
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Flight Of The Bumbling Me
I’m at SeaTac airports’ cell phone waiting lot, and as you might have guessed, I’m waiting. I’m early on purpose; a bit of space for me to clear my head. Four Hispanic males are standing nearby, taking photos of the “N” wing of the airport and of the airplanes. I want get out and practiceContinue reading “Flight Of The Bumbling Me”