last night i had a really cool dream where i made friends with a band of traveling tattoo artists and got a bunch of neat shit around my existing tattoos so i had two really awesome half sleeves. that’s pretty much all that happened.
right before i left work brian pulled me aside to ask if anything’s been bothering me lately because i don’t seem myself. i wasn’t really sure how to respond to that. it made me feel kind of weird though which sucks because i was really looking forward to relaxing this afternoon. ugh. I JUST WANT TO READ SWORD OF TRUTH AND HAVE NO RESPONSIBILITIES FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
