&$&#&#!!!!!!
Guys. I hate myself.
Like legit. I went back through my egg log to see if I could figure out what was wrong. (And the dream was bothering me).
The result? I am a giant pile of dog poo who now feels like crying. Chicks are due this weekend, NOT last.
I probably threw out a LIVE baby, and possibly killed the live one. Man, I screwed up. I feel terrible for the chick I tossed, and the one I opened.
At least they're on time? Today stinks.
Edit: I checked because how the heck does one forget an entire week of chicks. Turns out I wrote the first date right (5th or 7th, I wrote the day down a few days later when I wasn't ill). I wrote 7th to be safe, and the very next day forgot the top on the 7. And then went off that. ARGH.
Guys. I hate myself.

The result? I am a giant pile of dog poo who now feels like crying. Chicks are due this weekend, NOT last.

At least they're on time? Today stinks.

Edit: I checked because how the heck does one forget an entire week of chicks. Turns out I wrote the first date right (5th or 7th, I wrote the day down a few days later when I wasn't ill). I wrote 7th to be safe, and the very next day forgot the top on the 7. And then went off that. ARGH.
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