I know I claim this often, but I'm really starting my book this time.  It's going to be a sardonic memoir of sorts; a recounting of the last few years of my mishap-fueled life if you will.  The title right now is tentatively "A Book About Floating: not, necessarily, swimming."  If anybody reads this and has any comments or suggestions on the title it'd be much appreciated.  Also, if you feel so inclined (which I would honestly appreciate MUCH more because I'm struggling with content past chapter 7 or so), remind me of any specific circumstances or stories that you were involved in with me that might merit or add to the credibility of the ridiculous nature of this "book."

Here we go again...