"I feel like shit.
I've probably listened to The Wall eleventy-teen times this week. That's usually not a good sign.
In the echoes of the back of my mind, where my critics, both real and subconscious live, there is a little (metaphorical) voice saying "Why wouldn't you be? Look at your life."
I work too much, I sleep too little. I am the sole breadwinner for Team Logan. I spend my one life, working both days and nights where I wade through the depression, psychosis, mania and addictions of a populace. I then come home to my other life, my three kids who deserve healthy, happy parents, a clean house and all the attention we can give them, instead of a Mom who just wants to flop on the couch, drink Jack Daniels and play Skyrim.
For the record, I love what I do. I love my kids, my house, the life that I have built for myself and the people in it.
I. Feel. Like. Shit..."