Had "gilded age" tonight. it was a fun beginning. never thought i'd say that about one of his classes. anyway, spoke to him about my masters thesis. when i mentioned it to him, he was oddly surprised about me doing a thesis. it was almost as if he expected me to go the rout of not writing one. anyway, he completely liked my idea. he almost patted my shoulder. he also told me that he expected me to make an A in his class. i've gotten away with A-'s in his classes since i can remember. now, of all the semesters, he expects an A? i'm basically screwed. and just to turn the knife a little bit more, he finished with telling me that he would be disappointed if i didn't make an A. talk about nerve racking and pressure intense. i've never tried to achieve anything more than a B average for my Masters. i've made that a personal goal. it seems that he wants me to try this time around. that's my story and i'm sticking to it.

matt, i don't know how we will stop smoking tomorrow, but i'll smoke some of those two packs if it'll help. i'll try to finish my pack also. it seems that we should either quite or get emphysema from our ordeal.