Sunday, August 8, 2010

work.

I work 14 hours a day on gravel roads while giant trucks drive by and spray dust all over my entire body until every crevace is filled with dirt. I may or may not have a farmers tan and my pores may or may not have become tiny sandboxes. I don't make it to my hotel room until 8pm at night, and I have to leave for 5 the next morning. My hair is greasy, my feet hurt, I'm currently running on 2 hours of sleep with NO help from caffeine,
And all of this suddenly becomes worth it, every time I see that smiling face along with my lunch.
goodnight.

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