What's Wrong?

As days seemingly keep rolling into one another, I'm not sure if the days are getting longer, or my life is getting shorter. More likely a combination of both. I'm not sure if I'm feeling this way because of the impending trip to see Vader? More likely due to me not being very social, outside of social networks. To wrapped up in the world of the web, and all the slinging it brings. Those damn world wide webs, snare me in their net, trap me in the books of face, and the damn world of the blue bird, not to be confused with the blue pill, which I've never taken, but not opposed to trying. Thank Allah, praise be upon him, that I'm not into that Warcrafting World. I was once almost caught in it's loop. But their are far more evils then MMO's and Internet sites with movies made about them. Evils like the John Birch Society, Christian and Muslim and any sort of fundamentalist you can think of, hate speech (As free as it is), not allowing gays in the military, or caring about what gay people want to do. Protesting military funnels, no matter what you opinion is of the military, an those who serve. It's the Rebecca Black's and the Lil' Wayne's and Nickleback's ruining music. It's everyone and anyone with an opinion, and a blog on something, even if they don't care about it, they can still write about it. Kind of like what I'm doing right here, right now. Right, and bitching and bitching, while I'm writing, and drinking, always drinking, helps the writing. But my brain is on overdrive right now, but the bar is not an ideal desk. It's a little difficult to type, Yes, I'm typing in a bar. I'm writing in a bar. Many writers do it. Many much more accomplished than me. Accomplished, HA! I haven't accomplished anything in writing, except to be annoying and sound like a whining teenager. A grown ass man complaining like a teenager. Go figure, but why grow up, when I can live while I'm young. But what is living? Is living sitting in front of your computer listening to music, fucking around, watching stolen downloads of movies or worse bad television? There is living to be done, and you still hang on a computer. You still just visit one bar. It's my favorite I know, but 3 - 4 times a week? It's not a problem (or a lie) if you believe in it….right George Costanza?