The Commander

Worked for the commander today. Basically Jerry was a slave driver 22 years old. Really though Jerald make you work work make you work. He was buildin' a horse fence there so we gotta come out here about 26 inches here and go ahead and put the poles in here. We built his fence, well just dug freakin deep holes. We used this dirt destroyer, a serious machine for men. let me show you what I mean.
Imagine this with this huckleon the bottom.

Jesse and I holding the handles digging 4 foot holes straight down lifting that thing back up. KILLER. Luckily I cut out an hour early 10 hours of that does it for you, I myself am fairly exhausted. The good news is I think I know you best when I sleep.

Later news,

Wednesday, my birthday, the 14th, the day of reckoning. That night at like 1130 ross oviat and I are driving to utah what a great time, hopefully we won't be as tired then as am I now. Yikes!

On to bigger and better things, the downside of my birthday is that anything I want is kind of pointless having seeing as I will only be here 100 more days, (I'm not counting at all, just a random guess). But I do want that bike and a 78's player so hopefully my fam can scrounge one up, If not alls well in zion.

I want to go to bed blogspot is eating my soul one post at a time. I will retire now to the bed chambers, by that I mean I will continue to talk to Cayla on facebook and not go to bed yet. Goodnight neverland.

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