i won't be, i won't be your hero;

[rocknload]

Tomorrow Bryce and I are planning on hitting the theaters with anyone who doesn't mind seeing movies twice, to catch Iron Man and Indiana Jones again before the movies go the way of Speed Racer, which we were planning on rewatching, too, but it's gone, gone, gone, damnit.

My inability to write anything depresses me.

Today we're finished up an herb farm here in Oceanside, and driving home late. The city would be cooler if we could actually, like, see the ocean, which is rumored to be around here somewhere.

Our instruments start frying at around 105 degrees, according to some bad data taken yesterday. By amazing coincidence, this is the temperature starts frying my brain, and when it gets hotter I begin to wander the job sites in a heat drunk stupor. Because of this--the instruments malfunctioning, not me--my dad's going to start restructuring our work schedule, to which I say THANK FUCKING GOD.

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[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I don't know! What we had wasn't strong enough to do a a whole lot of tissue damage, because even though the label said "CONCENTRATED HYDROCHLORIC ACID CORROSIVE," it took a few seconds for it to start to kind of sting my fingers.

[unicorn]

It must have been a very low concentrate. PROBABLY WISE.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Considering it took me, like, a minute to get it on me, PROBABLY, YEAH.