I'm really speeding towards burnout again. Even with the vacation in Spain, it wasn't very relaxing. There was lots to do and lots to be on top of since I was with my parents. For the life of me don't understand why I react that way, but I do. It almost like becoming a child again in the span of just a few days. Old habits and such.

Anyways, we're looking at another vacation in November. It will be with friends, it will be yet another country for the year. Details to follow.

This is just one week back, and the project has really pushed me to the edge. Getting yelled, even as a group was distilling. The guy isn't any of our boss at all. In fact, he's go zero power over any of us. He's the project manager for crissakes. No one reports to him, they just dot over to him for the project.

Anyways, keeping it together as best as I can.

that is all.

damn. I miss old NYC.

In Madrid this guy was sitting next to the window overlooking Plaza Mayor naked. As we got closer, my mom said,"Is he masturbating?" I looked closer to see his arm pumping up and down and replied, "Why yes, he is masturbating!"

I'm exhausted and trying to still keep it together.

I've got work, I've got home, I've got family.

I'm juggling everything pretty well at the moment. There are sometimes moments when it looks like I won't catch or toss the ball when needed.

But I'm back from vacation, a bit more educated on how the family dynamic works and why I just don't want to be with my family and why I don't think I want to have my own family beyond my wife.

Spain was amazing. I'll have to post about that later.

This place is beautiful. It is 1AM and I am sitting on a balcony with the Mediteranean in view shimmer the moon light.

Siguenza was epicly medieval. Seriously, try to sleep in a castle. It rocks.