So I wake up and its sunny, im pleased. Im going to work out and run, good day.

I get out of the shower and my mom calls me she sounds weird. One of our llamas died last night apparently. I had to dig the grave. So I go out to start the tractor up, and its out of gas. I go to the gas cans, theyre empty. So I drive to fill them up and the diesel foams ot shit and sprays all over me.

Then I get home and see that someone has disconnected the back hoe. and put it in the most ridiculous spot ever. and didnt put it down right. THe props had fallen out and it was flat. So I spent 30 minutes or so getting the thing propped up enough to back up to.

Then I start hooking it up and see that someone has also left the friggin pins in. so i have to disconnect the hydraulics and take em out. So i do so. Then I try to reconnect them and the pressue is all built up in the backhoe now so they wont connect. so i spend a while trying to fuck around with it and it wont work.

so i finally just whack the pin on the side of the tractor to release the pressue and the shit explodes out and coats my eyes in a nice film of hyrdaulic fluid. So I get to run back to the house to wash the burning out of my eyes because that stuff is also hotter than hell.

Oh and its raining.

I get to dig a grave in the rain. Still havent hooked the fucking thing up yet, but i needed food. AT least I burned myself on the stove though.

Also since I fractured my wrist I havent worked out for 2 weeks and im getting depressed again. I slept for 18 hours yesterday.

UGGGGGGHHHH

I just want to go back to bed, but im going to go run and workout before I do any more. I went on a motorcycle ride last night for a few hours and that helped, but I need adrenaline and endorphins right now...

Thats my story no one gives a shit about. Hope you had fun reading it.