Alrighty, I'll just rattle off something quick while I'm on break. Just a brief preview of the extravaganza to come. A lick of the lolly, you might say.

Culinary school is amazing. Yep, you read that right. AMAZING!!! Admittedly, I walked in the first day with that terribly helpful, bowel-knotting terror you (or most often, I) get whenever I know I'm in way over my head and am destined to fuck up. Thus proving once and for all that I am completely without talents of any kind and might as well ready myself for a lifetime of fast food while my brilliant, more accomplished friends happily start rewarding careers. (Yeah, sometimes I really need to just eat a twinkie and stop thinking so much.) I promise, the inside of my head doesn't always resemble a Munch painting.

Anyhow, to make a less-than-skillfully-woven tale short, I've gotten into the swing of things and am now basking in the warm glow of being right where I'm supposed to be at this particular moment. I have wonderful, enthusiastic classmates and an incredible teacher. So everything's sound as the proverbial pound. And certain ambitions I've harbored for a few years are becoming more and more plausible by the week. Is there a word for when everything you've wanted for a long time suddenly becomes tangible again? There should be.

That's all for now. Just thought I'd rain a little joy down on everyone. Hope all your dreams are coming true as well. (Jesus, get off now, ya sappy schmuck.)