TGIomigoditsfinallyFriday

So, yesterday evening, there was much tattooage. And it was good. I'm sore and sleep deprived, and it feels oh-so-good.

One of the most difficult things about getting tattooed again is not what you might think. It's not the sunburny feeling or the itchy-scaly mess than follows or any of that. It's the single solitary fact that, after coming out of an hours-long tattoo session, all I really want to do is have a smoke. But, you see, dear readers, it has been a very long time and many miles since I was a smoker. Full time, anyway. It's not that I have any desire to go back to those days. However, it should be noted that the substitutes for perfect habits are rare and, well, often expensive.

In other news, there's a hike on the agenda for tomorrow. Stay tuned to my newest blog for an inaugural report to be posted after the fact.