Yes, I'm writing a journal.

Go, me.

I don't have much to say, just been stressed out of my head, lately. Love, life, family, friends, work. All of it at once. Yeah, not fun.

My hours are getting massacred at both jobs, I'm barely making my bills. Scratch that. I'm not even making my bills. My bosses are all idiots, who don't know how the hell to correctly run a business, let alone how to run one well. There's a key to getting work done, folks: HAVE EMPLOYEES THERE. Jackasses.

I want to move. Like, really, really bad. I need the hell out of here.

All the rest is just personal, stupid petty bullshit you don't need to hear/care about. You can ask if you feel like, though. Just sick of a lot of things, and they're going to have to change if I'm going to get anywhere or do anything worthwhile.

Not in the best of moods, lately, though a few things perk me up, when they can. That's my little secret, though.

Long story short, I'm unhappy in almost all aspects of my life. Go figure.

Trying to learn some stuff, de-stress, get things on track. Any suggestions would be welcome.

That is all.

Take care, folks,
R.S. (I've always wanted to go by that. Dunno why I haven't, until now.)