Rocking the fucking Rou

My back hurts, my eyes hurt, my mind hurts, but I’m rocking the fucking casbah even though I don’t live in it anymore.

In the past 24 hours I’ve posted 44 travel stories to 19 different travel blogs. I’ve hired a social media assistant and taken care of six major wordrpess issues that have been kicking my ass.

I’ve pissed off four advertisers, told three guest posters to go fuck themselves, had a gnarly fight with my wife and managed to secure a couple of nice contracts for advertising over the next couple of months.

I’ve begun developing a network of twenty thingstodoin_______.org blogs and have brought ten sites to life that were simply going stagnant in the water. I’ve revamped my social media strategy completely, done a minor redesign of vagobond.com and held my daughter until she went to sleep four times. That’s in the past 24 hours.

I’m fucking exhausted, out of patience, low on sleep, and feeling distracted to no end, but I keep on pushing on. And as I see things getting done, I know that I’m doing it for a reason and it feels good.

Keep on rocking on.