"being awake is swimming around in a lake of the undead"

Strangeness is beginning to bubble up again. Like my mom becoming speechless and screaming bloody murder for an entire minute at the sight of a squirrel nearing the house. This only made me believe there could only be a mutilated corpse in the backyard seeing how alarmed she was. She never screams like that even before she thinks an accident is about to happen because of my dads driving, she didn't even scream as bad as that when she fell on her shoulder that was healing from big operation.

I'm told this squirrel is very over-sized, but even so I don't understand the hype. She's wanting to get rid of this squirrel no matter what and has asked my brother a favor. He is eagerly awaiting the day he can purchase a gun and obtain a hunting permit and gladly volunteered to get rid of the squirrel. My dad had to tell him no son you can't eat the squirrel, being as he wants to eat one of every animal. He has plans to skin the little thing and hang the pelt on his door. I've told him I will go all out hippie if he attempts to do so.

I don't really see the need to kill a harmless squirrel, it hasn't entered our house or bitten anyone. A few years ago if I saw a squirrel it was like seeing a Zebra. We would all stop and point "oh my HECK it's a SQUIRREL!". I've always thought they were adorable, not the blackest of creatures from the abyss. If I am able I would like to catch this squirrel and let him go somewhere. It's better than the little guy getting skinned.

I've also decided that factories are still miserable in modern days. I worked for one last week and hell, it's not worth it... I was excited to work for a bakery again, but this wasn't the case. I was packaging bakery goods. I got a green hard hat slapped on my head, a flattering hairnet that put on like 5 years, ear plugs, and thick shoe covers. Anyone who has done a single repetitive task will know what I am about to explain. IT bloody hurts. I put packages into boxes all day using the same movements and it creates a lot of strain. Two hours in my whole back burned and I continued for four hours after. I'm sure after a while you adapt, with a bodily cost of course but damn. I could not lift my arms above my head, and when I mimicked the movement my arms wanted to snap off.

I loved seeing all the psychotic machines, I watched muffins come out of the wall all day through a conveyor belt. There were conveyor belts and large steel machines everywhere with big metal arms and other huge devices all about. There has got to be a zillion ways to lose a hand there. I felt like a kid watching these large contraptions at work.

Factories suck and squirrels don't eat people.
That is all