I worked but I have to go back tonight to dump chickens. I really didn't want to be on the farm for this. At least it's a job. I just wish I had a job that would allow me to go to school but I can't get away from this job long enough to do anything about getting another job. I have a feeling I'm going to end up so frustrated at the whole thing that I'll get mad and quit. (Not that I want to knowing that's generally not a wise decision)
I don't want to be stuck on the farm for the rest of my working years. This job goes no where.
Oh, you will. It is all a dream and since matter cannot be created nor destroyed, the dreams must be real in all their myriad forms. -Beowulf
This Delicate Thing God Has Made
The world is measured in peasants; smaller than a unicorn but, bigger than a tidbit!