Classes are almost done today. One more class. One more useless quiz. The weekend is here already. How fast it's all going. I missed PRD today. A little. I didn't obsess though. Which is an improvement. I walked a mile today. Next week on Tuesday and Thursday, I'll walk 1.5 miles. I'm working my way up. You just can't jump into activity if you're used to not moving at all usually. So I'm doing this. I sent SEB a brief e mail. I don't feel like talking to her anymore. She let me down. It's not easy for someone to get back from that. I don't like to be let down. I don't like it at all. So I'm sending my crush on PRD into the wind and letting it go. Watch it as it flies away. Never to be seen again. All is better that way. "Let it begin." I don't feel like feeling like that anymore. I can't depend on other people to make me happy. By now I should've learned. Or at least comprehended some sort of wisdom over these years. I'll get there, I'm sure. There will always be another PRD. There always is. He's just one of many that has made their way into my mind. "Casera sera..." Exactly. 4 days. 4 days of doing nothing. 4 days of pigging out. 4 days of getting fatter. 4 days of smoking til i choke. 4 days of wasting money. 4 days of being a loser. This trend must end before someone gets hurt. Namely, me. It isn't easy. Changing. Changing for the better. Trying to anyways. I'm reading Malcolm X. I wrote a paper on him last semester. An A+ paper, might I add. I never read the book though, odd isn't it. I'm reading it now. That's what counts. Shit. Class time. Time to go pretend to know something. I shall return sometime later. Much, much later. DFN.