So tomorrow I'm off again. Another 2-week adventure in paint fumes and tundra funk. I hope to God that this isn't the hitch they send us all to the dump to bag up trash for burying. Plodding my way through the tundra for 12 hours broke me enough, I can't imagine what the same amount of time in a dump would do to my spirit.
On another note, a teenage girl was mauled by a Grizzly about a half mile from my parents house a few days ago and I came home to a black bear in the driveway today. As much as I hate to be going back to work, I can't help but think that this a good time to be getting out of the area.
All is not lost in the world of me, however. I got paid on Friday!
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