I Fuckin Know It

I should be writing right now (this is not the kind of writing I'm talking about). I should be doing something right now. Something. Something significant, important, real....fuck it. I'm polishing off a 1.75 litre of Jim Beam and listening to old metal records while the girlfriend sleeps. I should go to bed, get up early and work out. Instead I drink and work out my liver and body in a whole different way. Stretch it until it dies. No improvement. Just endure the pain, create more pain and satiate it while digging the grave.