Im sore.

I have court in two days, and My stomach is in knots. I have to pee, and My feet hurt for some unknown reason. Today......is the Marine Corps Birthday. I had every intention to drink like a fish, get a tattoo befitting a marine, and slur every third word. Well, Ive yet to drink a drop, slur.....but I did get the tattoo. Just not the one I wanted to get. The idea I had for the marine one fell through, so I will have to redo that particular project again later. But Im not going to say what I did get. For now its a secret. I might keep it a secret. Its My tattoo, My skin, My body, fuck off.

I dont know what to make of today. I still need to take a shower, clean My new ink and treat it properly. I work tomorrow afternoon. That ought to be fun, I always forget I need to be mobile and the soreness I have will hinder said movement a little. Oh well.

I also bought a nice shiney new knife to use at work yesterday. Its purdy. And sharp. And it kicks major ass, so there........