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Tuesday, March 6

A Poem on Drilling

Countdown:  11 Days.  The nerves.  They tingle.
They’re really trying to convert me to shrimp and crawfish out here.  By way of stuffing it down my throat.  
Today’s Exploit:
It never fails.  
The well is almost done.  You want to go home.  Things are going well. 
Go get excited about going home tomorrow or the next day.
BAM!
Something breaks.  You must stay another week.
Cry.

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