By now you should know me well enough to know that I like to complain.  This is my personal ranting space and while you all think I'm a sad, angered bastard, I would like to inform you, that while it is not technically incorrect, there is no one holding a gun to your head at this moment and you know why you've subscribed to the RSS feed.  You just flat out love it.

So I'm trying to change a little, I'm trying to quit smoking, which although is failing miserably in the 'quitting' department, is actually going quite well in the 'reduced the number' area.  I do apologize to all of you when I steal your cigarettes, but if I buy my own pack I can't control myself.  In general, all you have to do is be around when I do have and you will get plenty (especially if I'm drunk).  On the downside, I'm testy a lot.  Deal with it, it's your fault.  I've also greatly reduced the amount of beer I'm drinking.  No particular reason, a little of wanting to reduce the belly, a little of just being sick of it after the whole summer.  Another bit because it's too hard to find Guinness Surgers which would immediately invalidate the previous point and also greatly increase my private consumption and possibly make me hate Guinness.  Doubtful, but yeah.  

What else, oh yeah, I'm going running sometimes.  Given, not that much but you shouldn't be surprised to find out that while 7 times a week is a lot more than 3 times every month, 3 times a month is more than infinitely more than 0 times because, 0 × ∞ = 0!  So yeah, much better than nothing.

Potentially, all of the above things should help me live longer, or a healthier life or whatever.  But really, what's the point in that?  I've pretty much quit gaming except for that half an hour I spend playing Scribblenauts on the crapper and the occasional Tale of Monkey Island which is usually done in 3 - 4 hours.  By the time I get off work it's already dark.  Makes it feel like the day is already over with nothing much to do.  Drugs are illegal these days.  The only contact with women I have are those who are either unavailable, consider me as a general entity rather than a potential mate (guh...friends) or will lead me through some sort of shenanigan which will undoubtedly blow up in my face.  No, not literally.  And then I'll never see them/speak to again.  As for work...meh!

One Piece is all right.  That's something to look forward to.  The weekend binges are awesome.  In a way I think I'm doing the above to compensate for the massive (used correctly) amounts of alcoholz I'm drinking at the weekends.  Awesome.  So yeah, everything I do, I do it for you!