Roshua

Seeing as it has been several years since I last posted, I find myself curious. I took many a turn and had a bright path. So the big question is how the hell did I end up here. I am not living a life in squalor, nor is it unbearable. Why did I lose my drive. My fire to excel and succeed. I read my old entries and see such passion, rage, and beauty in my attitude. Now that is gone. It is just a lump of meh these days. I have to decide on what to do. I am in a rut, now how do I get out? There may be a way, but that is to reach out to a person I have long since buried. A person who is not conducive to this life, nor my line of work. I fear if I

Since my last post many things have changed. I no longer am in the lap of luxury, rather roughing it.To start I live in a tent with 9 other people. Privacy is an illusion unless you are creative. Over my rack(bed) I have rigged a tent like device. It is a kind of redundancy, tent in a tent. However it gives me some illusion of privacy. I am still working in ungodly heat with endless hours. I have added a new thing to the mix which removes even more time from my day. My new workout routine. Consists of a 15 minute warmup run, followed by a series of lifting exercises, and finished with a 30-45 minute run at an even pace. As of late 5-6 hours h

To whom it may concern,     The last month has been a month of straight misery. Intense heat, long days, endless stupidity, and worst of all lack of sleep. The average temp is 57 deg C. Wicked hot. Since taking my newest business trip I find myself more and more irritable. It however has been some time since I posted anything on deviant art. There is a term for what we are out here. Forgive me for the crudeness but "Balls deep in the sand" sums it up. Madness seems to be the best way to sum up the happenings here. I however can say this place is the closest to the lap of luxury you can get to out here. However that is too good to be permane