Progress. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I failed my midterm, for sure. Who fails a take-home midterm? I don't know, man, I've been wanting to get to the library, it just turns into this THING in my head where I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to concentrate or not. Because sometimes I can't. I sure as hell tried on the midterm.

I've decided since I'm serious about cutting back on drinking, there's an obvious solution. Just stop buying vodka. By chance, I finished the last of my smirnoff last night. So. That's that. I just won't buy any more for a long time. I have the rest of the makings of long island iced tea (tequila, gin, rum) but I really don't like doing shots of them. So. I shouldn't be too motivated to drink. And even if I do, well. I just won't replace them when they're gone.

I'm done, man. I want to get better. "I'm not about that life."

I've been sleeping more, which has been a godsend. I finally reel rested when I get up in the morning.

I need to rinse my face. I'll do that when I shave. I feel greasy.

The heat is being wonky like it was this time last year. Candi called maintenance and it was the sensor. Right now, it's blasting heat. Which is fine, because I can just leave the windows open. But that won't cut it in two months, ha ha. When I have a day off, I'll call. I don't think I'll be TOO anxious about it.