5/10/10: 9 cigs.

PotentialI spent the day sleeping writing thank you notes. I don't think not having school anymore has changed my daily routine much.

5/11/10: 8 cigs.

I need out. Badly.

5/12/10: 8 cigs.

Foraging on ahead. Monster must be sick of me now.

5/13/10: 9 cigs.

The night consisted of looking forward to the new pool table at the Helms and even more genuine and heartfelt congratulations from rest of the crew. Hearing these congratulations made the finality of it all that much sweeter.

5/14/10: 10 cigs.

I don’t remember much from tonight, so it must be a standard Friday night.

5/15/10: 8 cigs.

Erlan was genuinely surprised by everyone's presence. And even when he's past drunk, he still had time to mess with my car, which he claimed to be the works of Wiper Gnomes, indigenous to El Segundo, I'm sure.

5/16/10: 5 cigs.

I slept all day. Mission accomplished.