I am a Loony in a Loony Bin

I have so much to fucking write about, it's sick.

I did want to post a teeny update with some things for the booky book.

First of all, I already have four chapters planned.

"Chapter One" the first month, ish, is going to be called "Fuck my Life, Eddie" for many reasons.

"Chapter Two" is going to be called "When Mitt Romney Became John Cleese" and is curiously not about that at all, but it is about reinvention, in a way.

One chapter is currently out of my head and I can't put a finger on what I was going to call it.

And then one about friendship and redeeming qualities is going to be about my search for a very old, very distant friend and how I have changed and how friends have truly shaped me to be who I am, if nothing else.

Anyway, that's that for today, because there are four miles waiting for me to walk them and a high speed and an incline.

PS, I am at 207 pounds.

The Loony Bin is My Life