Dreamer of Dreams

I only have a couple weeks left before I go back to work. Work is good and bad I suppose. I get to see my darling Hummer and my friends, I get a regular paycheck, I have a reason to get out of bed (all good things). But bad because...well...it's work.

Quick summer re-cap:

~ joined a gym, have barely gone

~ WENT TO CUBA!!!

~ sister's stag & doe

~ gram & gramps 50th wedding anniversary (got ridiculously drunk and ended up skinny dipping in the pool at the seniors centre with my sibling, cousins and significant others)

~ ate a ton of junk

~ general shenanigans with my partner in crime

~ fell even more in love (shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit)

~ bff had a sweet baby boy who I love to pieces

~ read approx. 15 books

~ over analysed my life pretty much everyday

Looking forward to still:

~ 4 day trip home for a wedding shower, super hair-cut, and chill time with bff and baby

~ 3 day trip home for sisters wedding (technically I will have worked 4 days already but I consider this my big good-bye to summer)

Meh. I feel sick.

Here I go again. Trying to start this blog up and keep it up. Part of the problem is that I want to write about my life but I'm so confused by it that I don't know how to express it. Perhaps I'll just write without thought, no spell check, no editing, and see where that takes me. Sounds like trouble no? Ah, but my life is trouble.

Current issues:

~ can't seem to get a hold of Hummer, not unusual but I miss the sound of his voice

~ Lisa is sick which means I have nothing to do. This leads to thinking and over-thinking every aspect of my being until I am a huge ball of anxiety and I have to go to bed

~ (here's the biggie) do I or do I not want to be with The Boy. We seem to be drifting so far apart that we may as well be living on different coasts. I am fairly indifferent to this. I want to break up but I don't want to upset him. Also, we have another year on our lease and neither one of us can afford this apartment on our own.

FML.