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I've spent the last week jumping between cleaning and playing indie games for free virtual prizes and talking/playing with my friends. I had a top bunk again, this afternoon. So I took a nap for a couple hours to celebrate. Tonight I plan to have a bottom bunk. Tomorrow I plan to have floor. But these plans, they never work out exactly. It's gonna change around before it gets to that. But it's gotta be done in the next day and a half. Got to be done. No ifs, ands, or buts. Family's coming in from out of state, and they need beds.
On a lighter note (yeah, I know, that didn't sound all that heavy, but it felt that way to me), I might have a job. Part time, probably minimum wage again, but still... a job is a job, right now. And the company my brothers work for is hiring again, so maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a job there... THAT would be full time with full benefits. THAT would be a career.
Also. We have goats. Three of them. Bleeting, baaing goats. Two half-decent ones that I don't mind despite my hatred for the species as a whole, and one baby that's damn adorable that I love to bits... for now. When she gets bigger, I probably won't. Just sayin'. But at the same time,I've decided that baby goat crying is like, ten times cuter than human baby crying. Anywho. Viva la Chupacabra and all that, but... maybe somewhere not on our land, 'cause I'd rather our goats aren't eaten.
Aaaaaaand... yeah. That's my life right now. Unemployment, monotony, cleaning, napping, and petting a goat.
On a lighter note (yeah, I know, that didn't sound all that heavy, but it felt that way to me), I might have a job. Part time, probably minimum wage again, but still... a job is a job, right now. And the company my brothers work for is hiring again, so maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a job there... THAT would be full time with full benefits. THAT would be a career.
Also. We have goats. Three of them. Bleeting, baaing goats. Two half-decent ones that I don't mind despite my hatred for the species as a whole, and one baby that's damn adorable that I love to bits... for now. When she gets bigger, I probably won't. Just sayin'. But at the same time,I've decided that baby goat crying is like, ten times cuter than human baby crying. Anywho. Viva la Chupacabra and all that, but... maybe somewhere not on our land, 'cause I'd rather our goats aren't eaten.
Aaaaaaand... yeah. That's my life right now. Unemployment, monotony, cleaning, napping, and petting a goat.