15 September, 2013 ca
2300 hrs . . .
Hello, all . . .
Welcome back, and it's good to see you have arrived.
The Heidi story . . . you know, Near Vana- well? Whadja think? Would you like some more like that? Plenty more, as they say, where that came from. On the way, Patient Reader.
First, an update. Turns out Shmanielle is everything I thought she'd be. No sign of her since Thursday night. “So, I'll call you tomorrow?" she asked me at the bus stop Thursday night. . .
You know, I may have been a prick back in the day, but I always called when I said I would. This is why you never get emotionally invested. I may not always be right, but I am never wrong. Right, Kristen? (like Kristen would answer . . . or like she'd know right from wrong)
Getting ready for fall term . . . Going to the college tomorrow and seeing about getting resupplied for the siege. Time to get dug in and work on keeping that 4.0 GPA . . . Yeah, didn't I tell you? I even got a form (as did a shitload of others, I am sure) to apply for the Honor Roll. We'll see how that goes. One term 4.0 may just be a fluke. Two terms and I'll take this honors thing a little more seriously.
Tuesday, 17 September, is my Second Birthday. 16 years sober. Yup, that's right. 16 long-ass years. I am going to buy a bottle of Glenmorangie to celebrate. Wash it down with a coupla black-and-tan Murphy's Irish Stouts. Like liquid chocolate . . . 'cept . . . different.
Now, you know I'm kidding, right? Sobriety IS something that I take seriously. That part of my life is over and done with, the drinking thing. Anyway, enough on that.
I guess that's all for now . . . Check in the next few days and see what's new, either in my life or story-wise on the blog. Find out more about the New Bear. Find out when the little fox came along to straighten things out. Jesus, tigers, bears, foxes . . . I'm my very own Song of the South . . . Please Br'er Bear . . . don't throw me in that there briar patch!!
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