  Hey kids, Well, it's the end of the three day weekend. In fact, it's technically Monday. Another month has started, August, and another month closer to the big 27, and me still playing video games and writing and dreaming.
When will I grow up. Well, I've made the decision to get in shape. I've done it before, successfully, but certain life choices have always flung me back into the throes of Mr. Tim Hortons and Mr. Guiness. It's funny how little determination it takes to change yourself. It's just a little uncomfortable feeling as you change your internal programming. I think I can do it. I'm tired of being fat and tired. Well, haven't finished the book yet, but I should be done before the end of the week.
I have low hopes for this one as I am an unpublished author trying to publish a novella. It's like trying to buy a sports car with a ten dollar bill - but, who knows, maybe a matchbox racer. I hate the thought of going back to work tomorrow. Work, at the end of a three day weekend, seems so abhorred. But, oh well, if it gets me back out west, then it's worth it. Good night. Josh 
