hellbilly

So to continue the crabbiness into another day, this'll be a rushed journal entry at best. I have to fix my sister's truck this evening, which is no big deal except i have to replace her fuel pump and it's in the fuel tank. So I have to either drop the tank or lift the bed. The tank's full of gas so I'm going for plan B: Lift half the bed and worm my way under there.
It's not that I mind helping my sister out. I know she'd be right there helping me, but she has to work. It's just been one of those days. I did a full day with no lunch, and then went over to my friends farm and fixed his harrow, and then harrowed a section for him to test it, and now I'm off to fix another pain in the ass project.
I knew there was a reason I went into the arts.

By the way lest everyone thinks I'm beat down and depressed, fearnot, I'm actually feeling really good, I'm just stressed and tired. No worries though. I might even get my hands on those pictures tonight too. You never know.