Rough night. I’m feeling pretty despondent right now. I should go read and get to sleep. I’m so sick of work. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know if something is pathologically wrong with me or if I’m being called to something else. Prophets hear voices, but so do insane people. I have three, almost four kids to take care of, too. I don’t have much margin for error. I want to look back on my life with dignity. I hope the answer is within reach, either in the heavens or in my heart.