So, I'm in rehab and I'm missing part of my lung. Otherwise life is great.

Been sober about a month now, and It feels good. I don't know what I'll blow my money on now, seeing that I cant buy a $500 bottle of scotch just for the hell of it. Going to need a hobby or something.

It was Probably a good idea to get treatment in New york. While I hate it now, I would have relapsed in Hathian and kept putting off the surgery. It was for the best. And I got some work done while I was here. I'll be heading the Samtanko Scholarship and even bring a branch of it to Haithan to help some of the local College kids.

I cant wait to go home. I forgot how much I hated the snow here. New York is the only home I've known and now I hate it. Who would have thought I would learn to love that mud hole that is Haithian.

I miss my Dog; Allie; Coy; Rog; even Doe. I miss my crappy apartment and the awful yellow Probie shirt. One more week. Then I can go home and try not to screw up again.