Jul 25, 2005 19:16
I got up at 5.20am. I got soaked by the rain. I sliced my finger open not once, but twice with scissors. I was told I couldn't ride for another week. A horse bit a chunk out of my wrist. My two weeks wages haven't been paid into my account because "the account number is too long". While I was sorting this out, everyone went home for lunch and my food and phone were locked in the tack room. I couldn't find the keys.
And I really couldn't have cared less because I am in such a fantastic mood.