  Thanks for the well- wishes,  friends. nbsp;  Being out of my world is a plus this week,  having the option to shut out obligations and concerns from my real life.
nbsp;  Like everything having to do with school. nbsp;  I made a pact with myself as I went to bed last night,  exhausted with my minds proclivity for dragging me back into feeling bad about myself. nbsp;
 Im going to finish that class with Mouk and get the hell out of there. nbsp;  And just put it behind me already. nbsp;  Theres no sense in trapping myself in the moments of discomfort. nbsp;
 Im not doing myself any favors by holding onto just about anything that went on at that school. nbsp;  Especially the painful parts like Ritchies death and Rallins tantrum and all the social blunders made along the way.  Its been a long,  long time since Ive allowed myself to start over and really put my hand up to stop the recidivism,  the negative thinking that troubles my mind seemingly without end.
nbsp;  & nbsp; I did it to my drug life. nbsp;  I did it with Claudia to a large extent.
nbsp;  I want to leave school behind me too - nbsp;  At least all this worrying about how I may have failed and all of this trying to maintain good standing between me and my colleagues there when the only interaction I have with them at this late stage of the game takes place in my head. nbsp;  Its not even really happening.
nbsp;  Im fighting a bad attitude about myself,  not with my reputation.  I need a shmoke n a pancake. nbsp;  More later on this jazz-
filled,  rainy afternoon on the prairie.
