My Thoughts While Cleaning Stalls

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.