I keep muttering "son of a bitch" to myself under my breath. All day long.
For lots of reasons.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissistic_personality_disorder
Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch

Every time I smell burning wood in the cold air, it reminds me of winter trips with my Dad, especially this Colorado one. Looking back, serves as an early indicator of my future alma mater, my love of hoodies, and my Hunger Games weapon of choice (tomahawk).

Yes. Have a plan, stick to the plan. Have a plan for everything. Plans are good. Managing is good. I know how to manage and plan and organize. I can do it well. Just need to apply it to everything possible. The time has come.