There is black locust everywhere I look. I dont want to have to keep scrounging and loading - but I have to while I can - before it disappears. Im tired, and just want to relax.... but my mind keeps whispering to me - "Go get that wood. Hurry up. It's going to disappear - and then you'll be sorry."
It's feast or famine. And right now -- I'm feeling a bit bloated. But I know I've got to work while I can. Am I the only one who TORTURES himself like this?
It's feast or famine. And right now -- I'm feeling a bit bloated. But I know I've got to work while I can. Am I the only one who TORTURES himself like this?