9:40am. Per the usual I woke up late, after an entire hour and a half indulging in my addiction. Nothing like starting your day feeling less than ideal after sleeping 3 hours the night before. I’m going to clean the house, which means vacuuming the floors, wiping down my table, and putting my fathers clutter that piles up, into boxes. This environment drives me insane, I come from an apartment that I would sometimes clean as often as 3 times a week to this mess. I’m thankful as always, but this environment as some would say, is not good for mental health in any way, and is well below the standard of American living. You know it’s bad when your employees from “poor” county’s live in cleaner and nicer environment than you, with access to better technology. My father is the kind to let everything fall apart, because to him, life on earth is the waiting room to heaven. To me, this is nothing short of severe mental illness, to be surrounded in piles or useless junk and a house that is quite literally falling apart. The only future for this house, is a bulldozer at this point. But it has walls, and it for the most part keeps the elements out, there is no heating or air though, and some hot nights I wake up, my military rack soaked in sweat. After cleaning, I plan on catching up on my journal here, not only reporting on how much money I make each day, but each week and month, and recording what went into it. Hopefully this is a better day, then the last. I’ve not been utilizing my business and skills properly, or should I say leveraging? Instead, I do most the work myself, especially in the sale department, I’ve got a formula that works well. So it would make more sense for me to train 10 sales people to do what I do, then it is for me to keep doing it all myself. That way, if I do return to Uber, my employees can work while I’m preoccupied, and the business can keep growing.