Dog tell the moon, dog tell the march.

I'm typing this on my iPad mini because Spira's laptop, despite being a top of the line Mac,is slow as fuck. So I'm henpecking.

I'll keep this brief because if I don't I'll be here all night. Here are some things that happened since my last post.

I've been sick for almost two weeks. I'm going through the coughing phase. The fact that I sit under an AC vent at work hasn't helped. It's probably what got me sick.

I finally got my new tattoo. Took about three hours. I'm not sure I have a high tolerance for pain, but I kind of like the feeling of getting a tattoo. This one is a mandala my friend Janelle designed. It's on my arm and much bigger than the first ones I got. My grandmother was the first family member to see it. She very nearly scolded me for having it done. She's 97, but that doesn't give her license to be insulting. Overall, it's garnered compliments. It needs some additional work; probably get it done next week.

Ok, Missy D is whining and needs some attention. In case you haven't figured it out, I'm at Spira's taking care of said Missy D for a few weeks while Spira is in Hawaii surfing and shit.

Peace, motherfuckers!