I changed my mind.

My brother (quite literally) knocked some sense into me. I ended up going home, and Jenny and I are working things out. My brother gave me a rude awakening, and I realized I needed to clean up and get my act together and stop being so stupid. So I am. Well...I still smoke at least a bowl or two a day, but I figure smoking weed is a lot better than doing all of the other shit. I'll stop that eventually too.

Jenny can't give me too much shit about that...she'll do it occasionally. Definitely not very often, but on occasion she will.

So yeah. I went back home. Things are still rocky, but definitely a lot better.