Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Nothing caps off a night of vomiting in the bushes quite like high-stepping it up a sloppy mountain slope for the better part of an hour; I did have a schedule to keep, after all.
The farmers laugh at me.
After a long, happy day of working I returned to my warehouse lair to discover that there is no longer running water in the bathroom; whatever boost to the streams our week-long rain storm provided has now passed, leaving the taps dry as a bone with no hope of recovery. It's okay; I can use my neighbor's spigot to wash my hands and fill up my water bottle. Showering might be trickier though...