Journal Entry 1

So, I am not sure how to start this, but I was told to start a journal. My memory isn't what it used to be or anything. My doctor was the one to suggest doing these entries. 

He said they would help me remember things, but yea, I am rambling....... Another thing people say I do a lot, but that is for another day, I guess.

Let's get started by stating the facts. My name is Randal Cormick. I am 38. I live in the middle of the United States Smack dab in the damn middle. Not much goes on around here, that's for sure, or that is how I see it. I am not sure.

I have a family as well. 3 kids. 2 girls and 1 boy. Married to my wife for a long time. Since we were 20. Well, I was 20, and she was 18. My kids are pretty much my life. My boy is 12, his name is Fisher. He loves his video games and staying home. One of my daughters is 7. Her name is Imogen. She's a daddy's girl, that's for sure. She pretty much loves everything I do. and my youngest is 5. Her name is Rosalind. She's a mix of me and her mom for sure. Oh yea, my wife's name is Emma.

But ye,  more on them in future entrie.  I need to get to work soo,  so for this first entr,  it will be shor,  I guess. 

So, a little info on the shit going on. I am a normal guy, I would say, but these days seem to be going faster than I would think they should, and its not my age. Like, I am forgetting or just blanking a lot. I may repeat myself with this at times as well because, well, yea. I work in sales, had this job for almost 2 years now. I bounce around not because I am a bad worker but because I find better and always want the best for my family. 

Shit, my wifes calling for me. I guess this entry is done for now.

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"Sorry dear, what was that?" I asked her.

"Randal, where were you? I have been yelling for 30 minutes. You are late for work." she said.

"Shit, I got lost in space or something, Love you, bye," I replied.

Rushing to work was becoming a regular thing for me. But today was my Friday. And of course I forgot my lunch.

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Journal Entry 2

Ok, so I am writing this on my lunch break. 

The drive was pretty much normal. The same homeless people on the corners. Well, I think. there was that one guy that I swear was staring a hole into me while I was at the light. That was weird, but yea, I managed to hit all 14 red lights and got stuck behind one city bus. I ended up only being 20 minutes late, which isn't bad since I have already gotten 38 hours this week.

I have pretty much just been sitting at my desk all day working on the social platforms. The big guys want us to bring in more people, and well, they put that on me because I don't have enough to do. 

Fuck, I been on lunch too long. Got to head back. I'll update this in a bit.

Journal Entry 3

Well, today was a blast. Worked another long ass day. I had to sit in the driveway for 15 minutes before I went in. Work is killing me. They just keep putting shit on me and wanting results a week ago.

My boy was playing video games when I got home. Nothing new there. My girls were running around the house playing tag, and the wife was getting dinner ready. I ended up going to "My Office" for a bit to just reset my brain.

But I forgot to mention I saw that same guy in front of my store today as well. Then, on my way home, there was another person just blank staring at me. Well, it felt like she was. Maybe I was imagining it, but I am not sure.

These journal entries are weird to do. I haven't told my wife about them or anything yet. I am not sure if I will keep it up. It gets hard to remember to write everything down.

We had pasta for dinner. Heartburn heaven. I swear everything is giving that to me anymore. 

Sometimes, like tonight, I do find myself looking at nothing, but something should be there, I think.

I do feel like I am forgetting something very important.

Maybe writing this will help me remember. I am supposed to go back and see my doctor in a few weeks to see if this is helping. If I can get off work, that is. 

But yea, my girls watched some TV with me before bed. 

The wife is in the bedroom now waiting for me to get out of my office to spend a little time together before bed. We have a pretty busy day tomorrow. My off day, that is. So I guess I will end this entry now.