If anyone wants to mail me some Arnica cream, every muscle in my body needs it.
Ha. I started working at the hostel today, and darn it if I didn't for some mysterious reason wish yesterday to get to use some machinery today. I used a weed whacker for two and a half hours straight, literally mowing down weird tropical plants and grasses from an area equivalent to three average yards. Not that I'm complaining, but by muscles are. This fuckin' thing was longer than I am tall, and weighed at least twenty pounds. On the bright side, with the amount of sweat I produced, I probably dropped eight to thirty-five pounds.
Took a post-weed-whacking shower. First shower with soap since Friday night. I now know how smelly I can get. :) I like it. And being dirty. Because fuck it. I don't need to smell like some damn roses.
After my shower I took an amazing nap. The pure exhaustion probably helped. I'm wondering if that's what's behind the crazy, crazy dreams I had. In one dream, the pigs and I had a picnic. We ate bacon. What the crap.
In other pig news: I saw no pigs tonight but had terrible anxiety about seeing them. Maybe it was the guy who told me right before I left for my tent, "if you see anything with tusks, STARE IT DOWN." Well, thanks, guy, I'm totally not scared shitless to walk to my bed now.
Whatevs. I'm gonna write out some postcards to some peeps and hit the hay. If wishes work like they did yesterday, then I really wish they would put me to work napping tomorrow.
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