I can only do so much in 24 hours.

I can’t help not getting a certain amount of stuff done. That is a fact.

And it sucks. Well, maybe it doesn’t suck. I colour up whatever I think a situation is.

It’s the first day of November and I have several things on my mind. I have a few goals in mind.

At the offices of Cyper, I write what I can. What I write might end up being crappy, but have to start somewhere.

The office zips quickly down the road like a fireball. I don’t have much time to write. I appreciate the time to write something.

The air is foul with micro-dust and ultra fine micro-dust. I remember walking in the night when the air was essentially black. And I did it without a mask.

Too weary to take it out.

How does a person stay positive? I need certainty and variety and significance according to Tony Robbins. That would contribute to me being positive? Maybe.

I’m tired of lacking direction and my finances are lacking, So I’m writing down some goals. Will it help? Some direction may help a bit.

Boy, this air is crappy. My throat feels like it’s kinda loaded with sand.

Get off a little later. But not too early. Have to take a small walk. Into the micro-dust? Yeah, yeah.

I have to realize I can’t do it all. I have to choose my battles and attack accordingly. Hate? Let it rise and have its say. I have moments of helplessness.

I can only do so much. Times of stillness is necessary. Being beat is always a possibility. Losing everything is just around the corner.

What say you?