blood, sweat and tears

communication with the outside world.... 20 minutes at a time. i am at a library. we (the 15 or 20 planters) are on our first day off in a town called salmon arm. we stayed in a hotel, which was sweet. even though ryan and i have a mansion of a tent, sometimes sleeping on the floor makes me cranky.

i went to bed in my nice, comfy hotel room at 11:00 while the others went out to party last night. i didn't have the energy.

my cuticles are ripping off. my hands are cut to shit.
every muscle in my body is aching.
i have a sunburn.
i have cried every day since i got here.

i am not sad. not really homesick either. i am here with my boy, with good friends, and people that will soon become good friends.

and i'm in BC!!!

but this work is really hard.

my blood, sweat and tears are going into every piece of toilet paper you use to wipe yer ass.

our cook is phenominal. we eat all we can for breakfast, lunch and dinner. and it's not kd and hot dogs. it's good, nutritious, amazing food.

getting up at 5am every day really sucks.

our campground is beautiful. on the lake. mountains, a beach....

there are a few dogs in camp, and one cat. but she's better behaved than the sass was.

there are so many perks that the hard work almost seems worth it.

ALMOST.

i'm not making any money yet. well, i am making money, but nothing like $250 a day (which some people already are)

i covered camp costs the first day, which i am pretty proud of (i made a whopping $24.50!)

the money will come, i'm sure, if

my body lets me get through this.
if my head lets me get through this.

it's fucked.

this is the weirdest thing i have ever done.