kick me, and deny your savior!!
so this morning, i woke up at five o'clock.
seeing as i'd gotten home after midnight and been up till one, this was extremely painful all in itself.
off to work, into the big diesel truck, and in queens on site by six thirty.
commence seven hours outside under the scorching sun in 96 degree heat, walking around a huge mound of oil-contaminated dirt in jeans and boots.
needless to say, i wanted to die, as the sweat dripped into my eyes.
at noon we took a lunch break, which first necessitated a five block hike to a mediocre deli, where i thought i bought steak but got chicken instead, and my blue rasberry gatorade turned out to be Cool Blue, which must be code for Really Gross.
so as i sat on the flatbed, eating chicken and about to collapse from sheer heat exhaustion, my eyes fell upon my gatorade label, which asked the simple question:
"is it in you?"
and i think it's safe to say, ladies and gentlemen, that it most certainly isn't.