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so yesterday was an ok day i guess. work has just been eating me alive lately though.
went to amanda's last night for breakfast for dinner. fun times. made my first pancake with interesting results. but i can still make some damn good bacon. and in a man's world, meat is what counts, so i'll be ok.

i was just pretty worn by the time i got home so i went to bed early. in the process of shutting my mind down (it's a long process) my right hip started to hurt like a motherfucker. and my entire right side of my pink floyd tattoo was totally raised. it felt like fire was running through it. the things been fucking healed for 2 years! WHAT?!

needless to say i was kept up for a bit by a seemingly pissed off tattoo of a rose and a lilly having sex.
now, i've got a few tattoos and that's never happened. ever. and knock on wood, it's ok now. but can i just say, double ewe, tea, eff?