Alright.
Well my uterus feels as though there are a gatrillion ninja's shanking my insides as one synchronized unit, and in perfect un/breakable consistency.
Now imagine that play, with about 8 hours of lifting, sorting, and pushing around carts stacked to the brim of heavy, just watered plant matter all over the forsaken premises. Now add 70 degree weather, an empty water bottle, and nothing but rice cakes for a snack.
I'm home now.
Which is good.
I'm alive.
Which is better.
It's over.
That's the best part, oh- and I got my first pay check today. Although it's less then I expected because they didn't add on my first 3 days of work. Also it's strange to work a job where they pay period comes every week.. instead of every 2.
Kirsty had her birthday today. We wrote her some quickly made cars and got her a cookie. It would be hard to move to a new place where you don't know anybody. So hopefully sometime this week we'll take her to dinner. Dah! Love her. <3
In other news- tomorrow I will be posting the best display of "epic failure" that I, or you will be able to, or ever could imagine in tomorrow's entry. Who could have guessed that such a phenomena could occur in my quaint, cozy little town. I didn't! But now I have some proof and what a highlight to my horrendous day it was. So until tomorrow. For now I'm simply to drained.
Well my uterus feels as though there are a gatrillion ninja's shanking my insides as one synchronized unit, and in perfect un/breakable consistency.
Now imagine that play, with about 8 hours of lifting, sorting, and pushing around carts stacked to the brim of heavy, just watered plant matter all over the forsaken premises. Now add 70 degree weather, an empty water bottle, and nothing but rice cakes for a snack.
I'm home now.
Which is good.
I'm alive.
Which is better.
It's over.
That's the best part, oh- and I got my first pay check today. Although it's less then I expected because they didn't add on my first 3 days of work. Also it's strange to work a job where they pay period comes every week.. instead of every 2.
Kirsty had her birthday today. We wrote her some quickly made cars and got her a cookie. It would be hard to move to a new place where you don't know anybody. So hopefully sometime this week we'll take her to dinner. Dah! Love her. <3
In other news- tomorrow I will be posting the best display of "epic failure" that I, or you will be able to, or ever could imagine in tomorrow's entry. Who could have guessed that such a phenomena could occur in my quaint, cozy little town. I didn't! But now I have some proof and what a highlight to my horrendous day it was. So until tomorrow. For now I'm simply to drained.
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