Another day at Top Secret

I don't know what's up, but I'm sick again. It really didn't matter, though, because I was GOING 2thin. tha duDe came over, and we stopped and picked up Indiana, and we hit top secret. It was a really hot, humid, stagnant, buggy evening. Still, we were determined to find something. tha duDe was the first to hit paydirt with his 2 3/4" mako. We split up soon after that, and I decided to peel the wall back along this ditch in the back. It took me about two hours to go the whole length, but I didn't really find anything that awesome. I did have a close call, though. I started feeling kinda dizzy because of my digging frenzy and the heat. So I sat down, closed my eyes, and rested. Then I feel a pain in my arm, and I noticed a solitary fire ant on my left arm. I squashed him, and looked at my tooth pockets that I wear around my waist. Swarming with fire ants, along with my shirt and pants. I quickly stood and brushed them off, the whole time shaking my head at my butt print on the ants' former home. I say former because their new home was the squalid filth of the bottom of the ditch. After it all, I only got bitten one time. By the end of the ditch, though, I was tired! Then, I had the long trek back to the pit. I really didn't want to retrace my steps because it was almost nightfall, and I didn't want to risk running into the gator. Instead, I walked up the ditch bank and traversed the 6 foot weeds back across the field. It took me almost 30 minutes to make it back to tha duDe and Indiana. They hadn't found anything great yet, either, so we all put it into high gear and dug like madmen. An approaching storm ended the day, finally, though. But I was glad it was over. In my weakened state, I couldn't hang with grizzled veterans of the pit. At Taco Bell, I knew my condition was indeed deplorable as I couldn't even eat my burrito. Hopefully, I'll find some health juice pretty soon and I'll be rockin again.