Shit, forgot the title. Screw it, I gotta study.

Day Man - A Sunny clip today, because I can't get this song out of my head.

I have to stop replacing bad habits with other ones.
Ever since I've quit smoking decided not to smoke for now and see where it takes me,
I've been eating like a madman.
That in itself isn't bad; I could use the extra weight.
It's what I've been eating.
The best remedies for a craving lie in the junk food aisle and in the Red Bull cooler.
I'll get to fixing that later, but one thing at a time.
My lungs are my first order of business.

My Theory and Semiotics exam starts in exactly one hour.
I've got another tomorrow, and a last one the day after. I'm feeling relatively stress free about it.

I like this peace of mind. The absence of stress is a rarity, here in my head. Less stress means less anxiety, which in turn means a decline in intrusive, gruesome imagery, obsessive compulsions, paranoid self-awareness, and involuntary hourly reflections on the inevitability of death and eventual perpetual non-existence.

I suppose I'm not overly worried right now because I picked up my end of term papers for Introduction to Theory and Semiotics and Interpersonal Communication II and obtained a grade of ninety and ninety-five on them, respectively. I worked really hard. Still, I wasn't expecting more than an eighty.

Got a few pairs of free shoes from a company my cousin works for. Love being a sample size. The black, flat, pointed booties looked really cute with my white summer dress last week during supper. I celebrated the money I saved on shoes by spending a hundred dollars on makeup I'll hardly wear.

Now, I'm just searching for an excuse not to cram. Lates.