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I am beginning to feel a tinge of regret for buying that signed uncorrected proof of Vonnegut's Palm Sunday for my ex. Not that I bought it for him with the intention of trying to win him back or what have you. Lord, no do I not want it back. Fact is, I don't really feel that close to him, not after three years of being in a relationship.

Well, hell, it doesn't even feel like I ever went out with him. This may be the only reason why we can still share the same room, and I don't feel even a mild pang of jealousy that he's already going out with someone else. I just think I feel short-changed. But I did get him the book with the knowledge that I didn't expect anything in return. Of course, if he knew I felt this way, short-changed, he'd be offended. I wonder if feeling offended is simply a defense mechanism, though.

I suppose this is my formal statement of thank god it's over--for real. I really don't understand the boy at all.

Yesterday was indeed a long day. I also received a terrible, rip-down-the-flesh cut at work because one of the outdoor tables has a sharp, jagged edge that I had never encountered before, therefore was not aware of to avoid. FUCK it hurt...now there's a very crusty scar right where my index finger joins my palm.

I also SG'd the table at a Chick Fil-A southside. I'm sure the Christian establishment is ecstatic about this new design element.

Going to take a set today after work. Then, to clean up my design so I can hopefully get my third serving of ink on Sunday. Then, to music. Then, to drunkeness and hopefully more music!

My days run rife with excitement!

Edit: So yeah, we went to take the pictures and fuckin' contractors walk in (luckily right before I dropped clothes). At least they told us we could have three more minutes. We still got some kick-ass pictures.

PD only has one up so far, but I'll let her stick up the rest later: Check out the rest of her stuff.

We're going back Tuesday, at 6am. AUGH.