Weekend Whining

I have a few things that annoy me right now. Foremost is the fact that I drank away my short-term memory. This is a problem. Particularly annoying is that I can't even remember why I created this post in the first place, and it hasn't yet been ten seconds since I clicked "New Post."

Second, I've been inundated with new media content this weekend, and while I'm elated with the plethora of content out there, it's a bit overwhelming. There are so many distractions that I can't keep up with all of them. "Jack of all trades, master of none" sort of thing. That may explain the first problem, but I say this in the absence of cable TV (or any TV, for that matter), since my set-top box gave up a week ago. I guess the content I normally absorb passively with the TV or radio on in the background is missing and I'm subconsciously trying to compensate online.

I'm delighted to know that Wisconsin's recall election strongly favors the incumbents, especially since the DNCC has pulled funding. This bodes well for Mittens in November, too. The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal's surprise Walker endorsement today demonstrates a scarce common sense by its editors. Recalling a guy like Grayout Davis from California was one thing, but recalling Scott Walker is sophomoric and petty, and while the Left isn't deserving of my generosity, that's still being very charitable with them at best.

"Mittens" may go down as my favorite nickname for a president. It's so detached from any discernible Romney characteristic that it dovetails nicely with my ambivalence to Romney's candidacy. What do mittens have to do with Mitt Romney beyond the letters? Nothing. What is my opinion of Mitt Romney?  Nothing. I have no opinion of him, good or bad, and all I really care about is getting Barack Obama the hell away from my wallet. If Ol' Mittens can take a stab at it, great. If my parents' dog gets elected? Great. Anyone but Obama, seriously. I thought Clinton was bad but this guy is something else.

I've been sober for nearly four years now, and going out to the bars is just no fun. I hoped this would change, but it still just plain sucks every bit as much now as it did the day I quit drinking. When I should loathe my friends' drunken behavior, I instead envy their intoxication. And while I'm certain it's more enjoyable for them to be around sober me now, that still doesn't make it any more enjoyable for me. I crave the taste and miss the fun, even if no one else was ever as amused by drunken me as I was.

Liberals should stay away from Twitter—they really underestimate conservative wit. Their apoplectic protests only fuel the flames, much to the delight of the conservative masses. It's only gonna get better the closer to November we get.

I need to remind myself not to eat melatonin or sleep aids before I'm truly ready for bed. I'm clearly not ready right now but my eyelids won't stay open to save my life. I still can't remember what I was going to post to begin with, so I guess it wasn't all that important. Off to bed I go, mind racing at warp speed, with nothing to show for it and a pointless post to boot.