But I need to start. I’m better than I used to be, though. As far as my mental health *that’s a post for another day or 2*, it’s been tough considering everything with my Aunt Deb and now my uncle went missing. I’m not really worried about him that much. He’s a resourceful type person in a business that requires you to be resourceful. Work is stressing me directly the fuck out. I’ve been at my job for 7 years and they’ve done the SAME shit at the SAME time every fucking year when it’s inspection time. GET YO SHIT TIGHT!
On the lighter side of the news, bills are paid. These Maschine tutorials/reference manual should have me ready with a beat that’s presentable to the public *by MY standards* in a couple weeks. As a former band nerd and current music junkie…I know how I want my shit to sound. Unfortunately, I have to learn how to work this shit and that’s holding me up. I’m an impatient person when I already know the basics of something but need to work on the more advanced things. Oh well, so is life.
I’m still Sheenin on hos.