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Portable technology has been exponentially taking control of the slower moments of the past couple of days. Combined this with my constant grazing at the junk food snack table trying to stay off the booze can be quite a task. I am substituting one vice for another, candy crack addict left to sit in a corner and write about how big of a pain in the ass it can be to fight the urge to drive over to the local bar down the street for a couple of brews, just to take the edge off the day, release some boredom or if for nothing else maybe out of habit. Will there every be an end point to what others have no problem maintaining in their daily lives, the masses live chemically imbalanced, chemically induced, flesh based robots with no goals, cares, or desires to anything more than survive. I am getting too old to just exist, an insect, consumed, squashed, or occasionally flying into the bright burning light of some far off beacon. Some might find the latter dramatic, superhuman, or martyr like, but it all remains the same, zero sum adventure with a fresh spot under the sun in the dirt on a cloudy day. Resisted the need to waste the day under the influence no matter what kind of weirdness comes my way. A slight reward and victory in year of losing battles, still breathing and partially sane fighting the urge to annihilate the few remaining brain dead resistant strain of cells searching for permance in a world nanosecond change.