8 a.m. – i tried really hard to stay in bed longer, but finally admitted defeat.
9 a.m. – nothing shall be done before i finish my tea. nothing!
10 a.m. – washing dishes
11 a.m. – my floor mopping helper. he vacuumed up the pile of dirt i swept up.
noon – your lunch is undoubtedly better than my lunch.
1 p.m. – “the market is not just a soulless economic mechanism; it is a spiritual phenomenon as well, without which there can be no personal freedom, at least in modern societies.” #preach
2 p.m. – time to stock up on explosives.
3 p.m. – have to finish painting the new chicken tractor.
4 p.m. – nothing better than playing in the fire pit.
5 p.m. – “it’s not my blood!” she said.
6 p.m. – i’m hungry and the burger king is still painting the chicken tractor.
7 p.m. – finally. dinner.
8 p.m. – i’m tired of cleaning up after people today.
9 p.m. – smoke grenades and sparklers.
9:30 p.m. – have i mentioned that i am completely over cleaning up after people?
10:30 p.m. – sweet dreams, chickens.