.dedicated, medicated, ready to roll.

I'm currently in a real, live internet cafe in hearst...the booming metropolis of the North. It's so french:) A lack of pay advance on my company's part made me broke last night, but my fellow planters sponsored my meal, my hotel, and strangely enough, my drinks at the bar. If you are wondering how my sad day ended last week, another treeplanting company rolled into Geraldton, and they bought me my food and we hung out all day. Treeplanters, I think, would give you the shirt off their back if they thought you needed it more than they did. One of the Wilderness Group treeplanters gave me his last five dollars so I could eat. LAST! FIVE! DOLLARS!
My legs are doing much, much better. The crazy drugs are working. Not to mention duct tape and medical gauze, that stuff rules. My first day back, I had great production, even if I did vomit once or twice. Next week, I push myself super hard. It's the last week, it's ten cents a tree. It will be like playing in a sandbox all day with a shovel named Scorceses.
I have gained a reputation among my crew and in the camp as being utterly psycho on the block. This reputation is mostly due to my not infrequent gutteral howling and screaming on the land, but it applies to subtle things as well. For instance, veteran Luke came onto my land to help me finish a piece the size of PEI. We had run out of trees, so he ran up to grab some of mine. He looked at me as I was planting in the swamp, stopped for a minute, and said,
"You are standing in the bottom of a large puddle." I grinned at him.
"Water is cool!" He began to get a concerned look on his face. I handed him some trees and proceeded to splash/plant through three foot black muck, laughing very loudly and singing "Mack the Knife". When I got twenty feet away, he was still staring.

When I come back, I will be feral, folks. You will need to slowly show me how to not eat porridge with my hands, and when one of you tries to kill a spider, I will be wailing on the floor; "NO! They KILL the BUGS! SAVE HIM! TRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!" Looking forward to it? I am.