Bipolar Summer!

This has been one nutty fuckball summer. I wish I could put it all into words how crazy the last three months has been, but there's no way. It has been nuts. In a nutshell:

I've been camping. Up north. I hated it.
Watched fireworks from a boat on the fourth. It is so hard to believe that that was actually four months ago. WOW.
Drank a lot of coffee.
Started smoking cigarettes again.
I also partied at the bar quite a bit, and made some new friends.
I started a hot and heavy affair that just keeps getting hotter and heavier. I'm not complaining.
I've lost another fifteen pounds or more. It WOULD be much more but I can't stay away from coneys.
I've done some things that I've never done before.
I've discovered my groove.
I lost my beloved Willie, and my Montana. That was very hard.

I really am collecting all this information in my mind so that I can write a book about this summer's experience. It was truly one of a kind. I think it will be a best seller. I have a LOT to say.

Well, it's November now. I still drink a lot of coffee. I'm still smoking. And I'm still having an affair that is quite possibly going to be the affair of my lifetime. Not much to complain about. At least not on here. There's no drugs, no drinking, no Bryan, so really....it couldn't be better. And did I mention that I am really enjoying myself?