11th July, 2001.
 
A Prayer: God give me strength, because you know I'm going to need it later today when I'm carting 150kg of dead cow-orker to dump in the nearby river.

Is it wrong to spend so much time contemplating the death of annoying co-workers? This question bothers me at times, and then the Cow-orker gets in to work and I realise within minutes that it's perfectly normal and I'm worrying about nothing.