You know that feeling where you just never have enough time? That's how I feel everynight when I go to bed. I either need to be able to sleep 2 hours a night and be fine the next day or just relax and do about 1/4 of what I want to do. I started a house painting company this spring with my friend Nate and things went fine for a while. Then I started working at Wheeler Machinery 10hrs a day 5 days a week. Nate does the painting but I've been trying to help, especially since we're painting my grandma's house right now. This tends to create 12-14 hour work days 4 or 5 days a week. I'm too the point where I don't mind working weekends/weekend nights/when I should be having fun with friends. I realized this is just a bit too much and have made plans to cut back (as soon as Nana's house is done) but I have so many other projects and stuff I want to work on (I haven't cleaned my room in 2 weeks, the clean laundry is just sitting in a pile on the floor cause everytime I think I'll put it away I tell myself I'll do it tomorrow). For some reason I think I'll have more time when I start my MBA in 2 weeks but I'm pretty sure that's just wishful thinking. So it goes, I'd rather be busy than not. I'd rather have people wanting us to paint their house than not. I just haven't learned the balancing act of life yet.