holy hell, batman... am I sore

[jennickels]

My house looks like crap but I just spent the last who-knows-how-many hours doing yard work.  Our yards aren't big but damn they're exhausting to mow.  Especially the front with the freaking hill.  And the backyard seems tiny until you're mowing it.  Then I had to edge everything (per the landlady's wants).  I worked at that until the freaking weed wacker decided to spew out the last of it's string.  I was not in the mood to reload it so I decided I was done for the day.

Then I took a hot shower.  Every inch of my body hurt but especially my back.  Then I come inside to find the house a disaster--food all over the kitchen, candy from Easter all over the floor (wrappers, too), the kids had gotten into stuff in the garage so I had to clean that up before it got run over when Patrick got home.

Now they're whining about dinner.  Fuck that.  They can get their own damn dinner.  I can barely move.  In fact I haven't even eaten today.  I had a 100 calorie snack thing around 11am.  That's it.  My head is killing me which I'm sure is a combination of not eating, strenuous work and the hot sun.  I'm constantly amazed at how hot 70F feels up here.  Especially without a cloud in the sky.  Tomorrow it might just break 80F.

Now I'm gonna sit my ass down, eat a couple pepperoni Lean Pockets and do nothing else.



Oh, and I also wrote three chapters of the story I'm working on.  That was 3150 words.  This was supposed to be a 5 times story for fivetimesbb and my goal was 10k words over 5 stories but this is turning into something completely else.  I'm only like halfway through part one and already at 6000 words.  So I think I'm going to drop out of the challenge and concentrate on making this a really good adventure/drama/angst Sam/Jack story.  This used to be my bread and butter and it's nice to get back into a multi-chapter story.