Yeah, I’ve been up and down. Once more, I feel like I’m out of work. I’m not, and my company will burst into profitability as soon as we get our name out there. That’s it, though. And I just know Dad is going to ask about rent tomorrow, and I’m going to have to say that I will probably need help this month.

Gods, I hate that.

So, I’m in that spot again. That funk, that dismal outlook upon the world, that unjustified feeling of failure.

I have to keep doing things to make sure that I’m not a failure. I have to keep active, keep creating, keep thinking ahead, keep doing things ahead of the people that we’re targeting for our business.

I came out of the first job, and I said to , “I would be one happy fat man if I could do this for the rest of my life.” And it’s true.

Tonight is Easter at ‘s dad’s house, with her family. Tomorrow is Easter with my parentals. I don’t think I’ve celebrated Easter (much less Ostara) for years. It’s so very strange that it’s so big and important this time around. I don’t quite get it.