5/3/10: 9 cigs.

Potential lead. And I'm glad my classmates understand the pressure of orals.

5/4/10: 8 cigs.

I think I slacked off a little too much today.

5/5/10: 8 cigs.

Not much going on besides breaking the quota and studying. I think I'm finally getting burned out after two and a half years on work and school.

5/6/10: 9 cigs.

12 hours until the last hurdle before getting yet another suffix appended on my name. I'm doing everything in my power to distract myself, including ironing my shirts. In fact, I ironed 2 shirts, quite professionally, I might add.

The uneasiness isn't helped by disgusting curry (courtesy of SanSei. Do not eat there) and excessive amount of caffeine in my system.

5/7/10: 10 cigs.

I fucking deserved this overage.

5/8/10: 8 cigs.

I'm getting spoiled by being able to spend so much time with Michelle. Four of seven days in a working week is just unheard of.

5/9/10: 5 cigs.

Graduation, art show, and Umami Burgers. That's how the day should be spent.

I also received a hearty congratulations from all of the Helms men, and of course that involved drinks, pool, and a bar.