Hmm...today went OK I guess. I tried to do something nice for my mother by giving her some fudge which she enjoyed but was totally grumpy when I gave it to her.

It was my day to be for workshop and it's always a bit stressful. I had sort of discovered on my own what my poem is lacking before workshop so in some ways it felt a bit wasteful that we talked about my work so long when there were two other people to get to before class was over, and when I left we had yet to start the last writer of the night. I tried to move the class on a bit quicker but Oh well, I tried.

I am glad that after all this time in school I really am becoming my own best reader. That on my own I can look at my work and realize where the weaknesses and where the strengths are. Albeit that it does take a couple of days, to a few weeks, of being away from the piece to see it; I am starting to, and I think Albert should be proud since that is where he pushes all of us to be by this point. I feel like it's a sign that I am growing as a writer and I am glad that this is my last workshop. At times it's exhausting and I think for me it is not really inspiring the way it was when I started workshops. This may be that I don't have any real supporters in the workshop the way I did when Craig was here. I miss him so much. He always started off with what was right with a poem before what wasn't working and it made it that much easier. If I hear one more time that poems need titles, or what makes this a poem I may scream. For fucks sake I'm not the only young American writer not titling things! I am also not the only one who is writing in this format! In fact I am a bit late coming to this format. There were many before me. It's not really that edgy or odd at all.

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OK, now that I have ranted a bit I feel a bit better and think I'll take Jack for a walk to calm my nerves and clear my head. I've put myself on a bit of a workout program as I need to drop a few pounds and I've noticed that maybe I've replaced my smoking with chocolate. I've never ever been an emotional eater so I have already started to put this in check, well it's only been on hour, but at least I realized what I was doing before it did become an out of control habit.

Today I ate a fortune cookie that said "where there's a will, there's a way." I hope so.

71 hours and 3 minutes