Me:	God this horse is such a pig.
Me:	Like why is it necessary to spread hay around your entire stall.
Me:	This is gonna take me like an hour.
Me:	The next horse I have is going to be the most cleanly creature on the face of the planet.
Me:	God this horse pees like a racehorse.
Me:	Hah, wait. He is a racehorse.
Me:	I'm hilarious.
Me:	God this is so dusty.
Me:	These shavings are shit.
Me:	My nose. My nose has so much shit in it right now.
Me:	He better appreciate this.
Me:	He's probably having the time of his life outside right now. And I'm here, slaving away for him.
Me:	I wonder if he knows how much I do for him.
Me:	I wonder if horses know how much we do for them in general.
Me:	I wonder if anyone knows how much anyone does for them.
Me:	What is the meaning of life.
Me:	What happens when we die?
Me:	How will I die?
Me:	What if I die on the way home?
Me:	Who will be at my funeral?
Me:	God seriously why must this horse circle so much.
Me:	It's bullshit, really.
Me:	Actually it's horse shit. Get it? Eh?
Me:	Nobody would find that funny but me.
Me:	Should I add more shavings?
Me:	Look at this stall, it's beautiful.

My Thoughts While Cleaning Stalls