You know...

...that feeling when you go into CD World, looking to buy a disc or two, and you can't think of one Goddamn album you want? If you were anywhere else, you could rattle off at least five or seven discs you're interested in, but at that moment, in the actual store, you blank out. Does that happen to you, or am I just fucked up?

Well, that's how it is most times with this blog. All day at work, I think of shit I want to write about. At night, when I can't sleep, I think of shit to write about. Sometimes, while I shit, I think of shit to write about. (Heh-that's funny...) The problem is, when I actually log on to this blog-my mind shuts down.

Why? I dunno. I think part of it is the fact that I've cut down on my binge drinking lately. When I'm sober, I just don't seem to give a flying fuck about posting. It's only when I'm hammered do I feel the need to type (often with one eye closed-it works for drunk driving-it works for drunk typing) off the top of my head.

I don't think it has anything to do with alcohol lowering one's inhibitions-I'm pretty much a loud-mouthed, opinionated bastard regardless. I don't need to get drunk to express myself in an honest manner. I would ponder this conundrum further, but, I'm sober. Hence, I don't feel like typing...

Perhaps I will slug back a bit (okay, a bunch) of Wild Turkey, and see if I feel like typing more later. Oh boy, the suspense is palpable, isn't it? Feh.