massacre

i've been sick, which does not go well with healing a large tattoo. it hurts pretty bad and is still swollen.
work is boring. there is nothing for me to do plus i feel crappy and don't want to be here. i have a dr's appointment tomorrow and i'm taking the day off.
i want to go to deep ellum and take a lot of pictures.
the fucking art institute keeps calling me. just because requested information doesnt mean i want you to call me literally 5 times a day while i'm at work. fuck. off.
i'm grumpy and want to crawl in bed.

and every time i reach down, or up, blood rushes to my arm and it hurts. ay ay ayy.