Why do I drink and smoke, when I really love being clean, sober and in great shape?

Why don't I do as I say? I blabber all over this blog about getting out on the road, yet both of those above lifestyles require localization. I'm still committed to Summer in Pensacola though, and I will be, how I will be!

Why have my duck friends split into two warring factions, while losing excitement daily about my quack cocaine?

Why am I still making the trip to the Park? I've only missed a few days, and there have been some days where I was completely stood up, by both groups.

Why do I continue to wonder if I will ever have a partner in my life again? I really should accept the reality that I'm way past that point.

Why don't I just post this?