I’ve realized that I’m very socially crippled. I had suspected, but I never knew the extent, or rather the narrowness of my social abilities. I’ve been reading random journals, posting comments here and there — sort of guerilla advertising — and I have realized that I have always been an observer. I mean, whenever I find a social group that I’m interested in I always stay on the outskirts, just watching what goes on. The problem is I don’t really know how to get in the group and participate if I want to.

Maybe I’m just a whiny bastard. I’m so lame I’m watching Golf Central at 5:30 AM. But it’s the Masters. Yes I’m a big loser that watches golf and GT and LeMans racing. I need to go to bed. I need to play a round of golf. I need to get a job. I need to stop complaining.