too tired for a title

Ok so I´m in Caazapa today mainly to buy acrylic paint for a project I´m going to be working on at the school and to get more food for my dog because she is a ravenous new mother of 7, and I am working on 2 hours of sleep. Working is not actually the correct word, walking around town like a zombie is a more accurate description of how I am feeling today. All night I listened to Chipa´s puppies whining and howling trying to get comfortable. Even with plugs in my ears and headphones over top blasting Pink Floyd´s the Division Bell on repeat, I could still hear them and of course with any ounce of noise, I am unable to sleep. Finally around 1am they stopped. Right as I started to doze off, a lost baby cow started mooing for it´s mom in a loud, annoying, consistent, nonstop pattern, right in front of my house. Needless to say, the situation ended up with me crying and chasing the cow down the street waving my broom in the air. Twice. It still came back. Come to find out this morning that its because its mom was in my yard eating my beans. Eventually, the dogs started crying again and before I knew it, it was 2:30am, a half hour before I had to wake up and get ready to catch the mandioca truck to town. So I got out of bed, drank some maté, took my time getting ready, swept, cursed my dogs, cursed myself for not getting chipa fixed, and boarded at 3:45 a truck full of mandioca, beans, corn, ladies drinking maté and farting, and children just farting.
Prepared to maybe get 2 hours of rest on the ride, my neighbor asks me, ´Ejokose pa kumanda?´´Do you want to break open my beans?´Which actually meant, you break open my beans for me and I´m gonna sit here and drink maté and play on my cell phone. She knows that I caný resist de-podding a legume and took advantage of the opportunity. So for the whole 2 hours I broke open beans and filled up a plastic bag in the pitch black of very early morning, bouncing in the back of a big truck with a roof made out of orange tarp. But I wasn´t bitter. The way that I was balanced on top of three bags of mandioca, pressing my foot against the side of the truck for support, there was no way that I could have slept. If I had dozed off, it would had been a disaster. We would hit one of the many big bumps/pot holes, and I would have ended up in some woman´s lap or on top of a small child, and that would not have been pretty, considering how ¨gigante¨I am.