Forcing the blog

Since I spend so much time alone I am finding it difficult to articulate myself. I mean from the thoughts to the printed page. I think about things all the time and think, "I should write this down" or "I should tell so and so this or that", but never do. I am going to try to stay on task by making myself write something every night before I zone out with "Rescue Me". The show has become an obsession, as I am watching every show beginning with the first season. right now I am into season 2. Can't remember how many seasons there are all together before I get caught up. I am a huge Denis Leary fan. He has such a snappy personality, and swears constantly always sounds casually pissed off. I relate to that. I find myself swearing easily when things spill or drop or don't cooperate. "why can't things just go smoothly?" I am wondering. To be honest, my life has taken several unexpected curves and turns, many of them unpleasant, and that is what is going on with "Rescue Me"...everything in Tommy's life is f-ed up and he cannot seem to un-f it. As it is with me. I kind of gave up trying to fix things, which are in reality impossible to fix anyway. My health is not good, and I eat well, don't drink or smoke...and I quite frankly pissed off about it...like Tommy. So that's tonight's blog and now I have earned the right to enter into some one else's misery albeit fantasy.