Day one: Went well. Got to the field, got the wells we needed GPSed, life is good. Ate dinner at Outback, had a super yummy blooming onion and Damn Wallaby. Came back to hotel, had vodka and cranberry (my liver will truly never forgive me for this job) and texted hot Nebraska corn-fed via my friend's phone and thusly on her behalf My wellhead needs
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