The economy.
Can’t hire people to help me at work.
Haven’t worked out in almost 2 weeks.


Okay, I’m done.  You ever know what’s wrong, know what you should focus on to fix it, and not be able to get that information into the right hands because you’ll grossly overstep your boundaries?  Yeah, I’m there.

I’m not going to let it stress me out anymore, let it affect my job, or my emotional state, which truthfully is pretty shot right now.  I’m warring between wanting to crawl into bed for a week and wanting to just simply beat the living crap out of something or someone because it will make me feel better.  Of course it really won’t, but the thought is kind of tempting, don’t you think?

I think it’s a feeling of helplessness that is bothering me the most.  The fact that I’m doing everything I can in so many different aspects of my life and I keep getting broadsided with bullshit that I have to handle, or think about, or just be a part of.  

This brings me to an interesting point.  How do you truly bitch about the things that are bothering you, the things that are sticking hot pokers into your psyche, when you can’t truly be private?  It’s not that I don’t want to risk my job, or my relationships with anyone.  I don’t want to whine about everything and everyone that is bothering me, but it would be nice to be able to if I wanted to.

comes back to the point – why do I blog?

There are somedays when I just don’t know.