I fell off the Monopoly wagon pretty hard tonight. I played two games. Could have played for hours though. I know it was the wrong thing to do; seeing that I’m fighting this new addiction and all, but I was bored and I was a mess …
My folks decided that they’re going to get 2 more loads of wood this year. I had prepared for just 1 more load of wood. I mean hauling all of this stuff has been a major pain in the butt. Even if the guy comes next Thursday (or whenever) and I work my ass off on the 2nd load of wood, there’s a good possibility that it’ll be the middle of October and I’ll still be doing wood once the third finally gets here. That scares the hell out of me.
Three loads. Dear god.
I don’t feel good about this. I know my body’s going to be in hella good shape after it’s all over but damn. I didn’t sign up for this. It’s hell. It really is hell and I don’t want to do it. I don’t even want to think about it.
I’m earning my keep this year, that’s for sure.
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