...death becomes clear through bloodshot eyes...

Song of the Day: "Southbound" - Vision Of Disorder

I know my schedule for July.

I get home on July 2nd and have off until July 5th. (Keep in mind that on the 2nd, my plane doesn't land until after 7:00 pm, and once you get home you've got laundry to do, and the whole day is a waste, so it doesn't count.) On the 6th and 7th, I have meetings that I have to attend, all day mind you. Then on the 8th thru the 12th, I'm in Effingham and Springfield doing demos. I'm home for three days, then I leave on the 16th, spending another two weeks in Dalls, Texas.

I don't ever wanna hear about how you hate your job. I don't even get a fucking week off most months.

You wonder why I'm so bitter sometimes. I spend months at a time dealing with stupid people, and you'd think with as much time as I spend away I'd be a fucking millionare. I make enough to take care of business, don't get me wrong, but the amount of time spent on the road vs. the paycheck at the end of the month doesn't seem to equal out.

I have just enough time to come home, cash a check, pay my bills, do some laundry, and then it's back to the grind. My dad says I shouldn't live to pay my bills, but that's all I do.

Anyway, I'm going to depart now. I'm sure I'll come up with more to complain about later.