TFC DAY #8

i discovered a cool place.  so i made my own!  and it's really cooooool!  make your own, if you feel like it!

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of course.  i finally made some friends, and we get sent back to midland. 

of course.  back in midland i made another friend.  who is leaving the next morning. 

on my eighth long, long, very boring day, i am sick of food.  sick of eating out.  sick of all the weirdos who won't talk to anyone other than their own crew.  sick of everything.

on the plus side, booker was finally nice to me.  i almost peed my pants when he actually looked me in the face when he talked to me.  i almost passed out when he made a joke and actually smiled at me.  with his mouth.  full of chew, but still.

the quarters (gold stars) are the amazingness of this photo.  timmy practices stacking quarters on a regular basis all winter, apparantly.

the red arrows are the side note.  side note:  these disgusting things are ALL OVER the place.  i think chewing is one of the cardinal rules of fire fighting (i don't know how i got accepted) and they leave their spit bottles Every. Where.

Barf.

haiku of the day

i have to workout

but i can't get past day 3

man, it's really hard!