It's four in the morning. My arms itch from fiberglass; my eyes droop from tiredness; my feet hurt from standing on the ladder; my head hurts from the dust; my arms hurt from being held over my head for hours on end. I've listened to every single Switchfoot, Newsboys, Jars of Clay, and dc Talk song I own at least once. All things considered, this has been like a second job the past two days. I've put in over 16 hours stapling up insulation, 9 of them tonight.
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