Not much to add today. I worked, I slept, I worked, I ate, and I ranted.
I’m still angry.. I feel like I should be Alanis Morrissette. Venting into my journal, albeit not as lyrically as she does. Damn, I could have used a few extra millions too.
My routine has been shot lately.. and I want to get back into it. Work can really disrupt things, can’t it?