passing time
I ate McDondald's yesterday and it felt like a sin. I did it anyways. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be. I'm not so hot lately, but I'm doing better than a lot of my friends. One of my friends from Menninger's just found out that he has "temporal lobe epilepsy" after he put himself in the hospital trying to shoot up in a blackout. The kid shouldn't be alive, much less after everything that he's put himself through. Virginia and tequila, and Kat is so happy to be back in Knoxville. I can't seem to stay on the ball with my schoolwork; three days off and I've played the same level of Doom II about seven times and the most I've done is take half-assed notes on in my Correctional Theory book and complete the certification tests for Panera. The way I'm acting, you'd think I was more excited about being certified making sandwhichs than making my grades... so back to work!