Drunken Blogging 3... or is it 4?

To be ever so slow. Such fate awaits those of us who ingest substantial quantities of "recreational substances" and think that we can write shit just because we're recreational. I am slow. I am as slow as a matrix fight scene wherein every bullet takes minutes to whiz pass my unbelievably keen sense of dexterity. Thoughts come into being just as seconds tick away, and are discarded with the same ferocity. Reviewing what I've written takes immesuarable moments as I try to make sense of the here and now and of the past paragraph. But there is no past paragraph. But all in all, I am but one blogger in the multitudes of you who write everyday about what happens in your lives. You see something interesting? Good. I myself get drunk and get interested. I don't know who's better off. I'm having the time of my life just trying to spell "substantial" and "ferocity" without looking at a dictionary. Took me the better part of an hour... I think. But hey. When making sense is the responsibility of the serious, who am I to judge?