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I require pity today. I've had a more stressful than normal Thursday due to several factors, not the least of which is that I failed to get enough sleep last night. Sleep deprivation depresses the entire system and, in my case, affects the emotional stability in a profound manner.

On top of (or because of) the sour mood, I ran into bunches of stumbling blocks to scrunch me deeper and deeper into the chasm. The worst of it all is that I started contemplating all of the things I want to accomplish and the fact that I will likely fail to accomplish most of them.

I am currently attempting to write a novel and with that comes the dreams of literary success. If I was guaranteed never to be a successful writer, I believe I would write anyway, so I don't have issues of motivation. It's those dreams, though, that have fueled some of my despondance. I have materialistic desires, just like anyone else. I started feeling today that I would never realize them because of choices I've made and the limited time I have left on Earth. Let's say I forget all about the success and just focus on the writing.

As I am not a full-time writer, I have to make the time to work much like every other aspiring . Sounds simple, right? Not so much. We Tesch's are a big bunch and therefore pretty high maintenance. Mrs. Tesch works full time (Dog bless her!) and while she works, I chase the itty bitty ones. Plus, I work one job from home and teach four days/week. I like to post here as often as possible, but there are times I think I sacrifice my other writing for it. What's a boy to do?!

The bottom line is that I'm having a mid-life crisis, bad day, pity party and you're all invited. I just need a hug, dammit!