less than a week

and the summers here. strange to be saying that @ nearly 30 years of age. like a kid waiting for the final bell. 

besides collaborating on "get some," this semester was a disaster. cliched kitchen sink drama injected with procedurals (think "House). most outa my control. a few, self-inflicted. pure ignorance. lesson learned.

so i'm sitting in the backyard, the tortoise is munching carrots, the sun; warm, the breeze; stiff, and i've got around 300 buckaroos to my name. almost $50,000 in debt. and the car is running on empty. but the first of the month is coming. VA Disability. 40%. direct deposit. thank God.

recently contemplated abandoning USC outright. just finish this semester and adios. but i've realized that'd be stupid. an even bigger waste of cash. 

so i'll take my semester off. heal, get healthy and resume. back to the grind, so to speak.

to be honest, a Masters Degree doesn't mean too much to me. just another piece of paper to hang on my grandfather's wall. another placard on heavy gauge paper in a $10 frame. 

maybe i'll find Jesus in the meantime...

(((((hello?)))))