This hip thing is still killing me, but I'm trying really hard to be more upbeat. I know I'm just feeling low because I haven't run around or lifted, or done anything that might be even vaguely be construed as exercise in 4 weeks. Except sex, I guess. Just lost all my credibility, didn't I? How can I complain if I'm still getting laid, right? Well I somehow feel entitled anyway.
Work is also brutal, but that's nothing new. It is just the means to all my ends. One of those ends right now is a new tattoo. I've been trying to pull together some art to show the designer when I finally pick one. I've shopped around for artists in Victoria and Vancouver a lot and I'm looking forward to working with one particular woman. I've been thinking that it might be worth looking up artists in Seattle too though.
Also, Bru says "Hey".
