Like an official resignation, but not

I'm quitting.

Yeah.
It's become rather obvious that I'm no longer good at stringing words together and making them in any way amusing. I blame my maths degree. And the stats one that I'm halfway through.

And yes, I do feel better knowing that although I may lose my ability to speak using words and will eventually be unemployable, I'll have a collection of marginally useless degrees to keep me warm at night. And there'll always be gin.

Maybe I won't quit entirely.
Nah, I prob'ly shud.