Such a long, long time to be gone and short time to be there

I managed to restart Spira's laptop after some weird delays and now it's operating at normal speed. This is good because when I need to type more than a few sentences, it helps having a user-friendly keyboard. The iPad and the iPhone, well they're great for a lot of things, but typing not so much.

I'm meeting up with Ed later today. He's going to make some adjustments to my tattoo. He had neglected to add some color to certain parts and some of the line work could use some tightening up. I  was talking to Kelly at the ROD the other day and she said, "That must have really hurt getting that tattoo".  The truth is, it didn't really. Sure, it stung a little, but I actually liked how it felt. Or, to put it more aptly, there was a slight euphoria during the process which could be attributed to the excitement I felt having it done combined with the high of dopamine or whatever neurochemical high my brain enacted as a result of the mild trauma my arm was experiencing. Now, if I were to get a tattoo on a less fleshy part of my body like my foot or collarbone, well,  then I might be in for some deeper pain.

My summer reading list so far:

The War of Art
Hostage To The Devil
Lonesome Dove
Quiet
The Trembling of A Leaf: Little Stories of The South Sea Islands

I started reading Hostage To The Devil yesterday and I'm pretty sure I won't be reading it at night. Exorcisms are spooky stuff.

More people live in Spira's building and the ones near it these days which means I see more people whenever I take Missy D out for a walk. Spira will talk to everyone she meets. She'll stop and chat, share life histories, hopes and dreams - the whole bag. Me, I'm affable in my way, but I'm also an introvert and that type of interaction drains me of energy more than it increases it (reading Quiet has been illuminating insofar as it makes feel better about not being super gregarious all the time. I yam what I yam, son!).

So everyday when I walk Missy I'm forced to interact with people, some I know a little, some not at all.   I'm okay with it, more or less, because I don't want to be completely withdrawn, but it can be a bit much stepping into a packed elevator on a groggy work day morning with people who seem wide awake and talkative. I've gotten better over the years, but I'll never be a morning person.


Anyway

The morning passes quickly and I'd like to get started with the day. See you soon, rascals.