My mind does strange things. It has an endless, boring monologue. I'm always mentally leading troops into battle, being struck by cars, or imagining myself to be more successful and capable than I actually am. I live in my head, in a land of fantasy and hope that will never come true.

I'm forever stuck in a loop. Be lazy, swear I won't be as lazy tomorrow, continue to be lazy. Drink too much, swear off, continue to drink. Eat because there's food. Play video games rather than read. Worry about my past rather than my future.

I've been trying drugs. They help a little, but not much. Worth it, I guess. I want to be manic more often than I am. There will be days where I get everything done. Where I'm a fuckin' dynamo. But they're few and far between.

Most of this is of my own making. If only U had the wherwithal to do something. Some spine, some fortitude. I know that it's the kind of rich, wihte-people problem that doesn't mean a goddamn thing. It's the sort of problem that most humans would kill to have. Here I am, though, whining about it on the Internet, sounding like a tortured teenager rather than the adult that people keep telling me I've become.

I'm starting to believe the things I've read about how the Internet is changing the way we think and screwing with our attention spans. I remain somewhat skeptical - I'm certain that mass printing of books was claimed to have a bad effect on our minds when it was new - but I do notice that I am one of many people who cannot focus on a task for more than a few minutes at a time. Seriously, how did people waste time at work before the World Wide Web? Their ability to stare into space for long periods must have been amazing, since per-worker productivity just keeps climbing.

Yep, this again.

I always make blogs and then eventually stop posting to them. Not finishing things is a bit of a hobby, I guess. Frankly, I just want to write again. To have the excuse. Good chance that nobody will ever read this, but I'm at a level of zero fucks given. That's why I put the ads on here. Click 'em. I'm poor-ish.

Guess I'll go trendy and rant about the Occupy things. First off: I think they're right. As a society, we've fucked things up. The rich are too rich, the poor are too poor, and the continual pressure from business has kept the government (which is ideally an extension of the people's will) from regulating the financial industry properly. We need to rein them in. This can't happen again.

Still, though, where were these people when times were good and money plentiful? Why did it take so long to come to the point of protest? Nobody cares when they're fat and happy. The problems are only real when they happen to you.

The fact that their demands are not clear and there aren't any defined leaders does not hinder the movement at this point. The ideas will become clearer and captains emerge as long as the protests continue, even if they are reduced in size or the media latches on to other stories. In time, Occupy will become the thing that it hates: a bureaucracy, under a ruling elite. This is the order of human endeavours. I just hope that their leadership is smarter and more flexible than the current crop of career politicians.