k, so it's bailing season for farmers and i want to make one thing clear: i HATE BAILING SEASON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i normally love living on a farm 'cuz i have lots of space and one one lives too close by to be bothered by things like blasting music or my off tune singing. when it coems to bailing season, that changes.

right now, my ribs are killing me. i've spent so much time today, driving the families largest tractor (which scares the crap out of me), looking over my shoulder to make sure my dad on the wagon behind is fine, looking over my shoulder to make sure the bailer is actually picking up the straw, and frecking out that i might jackknife the tractor (almost did, too). and guess what? i have to do it all over again tomorrow.

i'm well aware that i sound all whinny and what not right now, but i am in pain and could not care less. i can't about it at home 'cuz then my parents will hear and get upset, so i'm gonna rant here. and i do mean it when i say my ribs are killing me. it hurts to breath. not kidding. it really does hurt to breath.