I just spent the better part of an hour reading Christine's blog, and after reading nearly every single post, it occurred to me that I am a bad blogger. Everytime I log on to Blogger.com I feel the need to have some sort of "topic" to discuss, even if it is as dumb as Carrie Fisher's interview, etc. But I can never make myself just get on here and talk about nothing. Not to say that Christine's blog is all fluff and she never discusses anything, but she is very good about just spouting off whatever is in her head at that moment, and even including several different tangents in one post. Maybe it's the years in school where every single English teacher made us sit down, write our thesis first, and then proceed to compose our papers that makes me feel the need to nail down a topic beforehand. Sadly, this post is already annoying me because I feel like it's going absolutely nowhere.
However, I've realized through extensive blog reading (and I do read a lot of them), that sometimes the posts with no relevance, thought pattern or subject matter are the most entertaining to read. After reading an excrutiatingly long deposition yesterday, it was so enjoyable for me to just sit down and read a blog about NOTHING(part of the reason I spend entirely way too much time on dlisted.com).
On that note, I'd like to go off track here and discuss why white wine hangovers are so much worse than red wine hangovers. Everytime I drink white wine, I think "you're going to hurt tomorrow, so watch it" and then proceed to drink the entire bottle (or half if I'm sharing) and inevitably hurt like hell the next day. Unfortunately, today is one of those days. I'm going to attribute also my massive headache to finishing the evening up with a Bud Light. No. No. NO. If there's anything I've learned over my many years of binge drinking, it's: a) don't mix your booze. Stick with what you start with, and b) don't end the night with beer if you've started with wine. It will make you feel like someone is plowing into your eye sockets with a jackhammer. It also makes my brain synapses slow to an alarmingly retarded pace, to the point where simple daily tasks like talking, driving and even eating become incredible feats of determination and skill. It's a miracle I've even managed to type this much, but also disturbing that has taken me as long as it has (37 minutes and counting...)
However, being that I have no self-control, will power or any other internal signaling device of over indulgence, I will most likely consume too much again tonight (it is the BCS bowl, after all) and come in tomorrow wondering why I'm such a dumb shit and constantly do this to myself.
