Dear Diary:
Why is it that it seems all the good new ideas are gone?
Why is it that you need a ton of money to even get a bank to give you a loan in order to start a small business?
Why do things that make you happy seem fleeting at times?
Why am I not getting any interviews?
Why is the weather so fucked up?
Why is cable so fucking expensive?
Why if smartphones are so smart, they can't fold laundry?
Why am I in such a funk?
Why are so many beers these days so fucking hoppy?
Why isn't it ok to be moody at times?
Why can't I get paid to do something I love?
What do I even love to do?
Why am I running out of things to say?
