I seem to be spending a lot of time lately wondering what the hell just hit me. Stuff keeps coming at me from out of no where and knocking the wind completely out of me.

Right now, I'm cursing my own work ethic that doesn't allow me to run screaming for the hills when the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 5 lately. Here it is 7pm and I'm still at it...let alone the fact that I was here at 7am this morning.

Damn this dogged work ethic! I want to know where it came from and who I can blame for it! Considering there are people with a similar genetic makeup that are content to coast through life I can say without a doubt it's not genetic.

Off to put out another fire...