I can’t help thinking about the past.

There was a time when I refused and couldn’t go anywhere because of all the classwork I had to endure.    I put so much pressure on myself that I permanently altered my psychological and physical state.

Now, Jason is plowing through some sort of coding assignment and I’m sitting here with not much to do.   I kind of imagine that’s what he was doing sometimes.     Just sitting here looking at me through side glances while I furiously killed the keyboard.

I wish I could help him, but coding is way over my head.   I think it’s over his head too, but it’s something that could help him gain that fab-u job.   I support him and it.
Regardless of what he does – as long as it’s not illegal – but he’s not into that so I don’t worry.

Am thinking about sneaking the car and taking it in for a wash.  I’ve been threatening to do that for ages.  Might pick up some milk or something while I’m out too.  Keep putting it off thinking that the homework will magically complete itself somehow, but magic tends not to work in that way.  Especially with homework.

Maybe I could write some flash fiction while I wait on assignments to come in.   – After I wash the car

Sounds like a plan, Sam.