Humiliation is getting your ass handed to you by a turkey.  A TURKEY.  I found it by chance and the bastard looked at me, and I looked at it, and it was like Gobble Gobble bitch.  So I took up a shovel and went for it.

WHO in the fuck… strings up a clothes line in the middle of nowhere? My stupid shovel.  Stupid clothes line.  Fucking turkey.  By the time I woke up it was cold again.  So I went to the hospital thinking I’d be able to score some help.  Water, maybe another nut bar.  Next thing I know people are shooting.  I like to think I’m a smart girl, that I know when to mind my own.  Run today, live tomorrow, something like that.

Whatever.  I made it in once the shooting stopped and the yelling started.  Not feeling really good but nothings broken and I’m not bleeding anymore.  Gonna just stay here for a little longer.  Maybe I can make it back to the farm tomorrow.