Distressed seems to have been the word for last week. I manage to tie myself up in nasty knots when I’m worrying about what exactly might happen in dealing with people. It doesn’t help when one of the people-dealings goes about as badly as I expect. It really helps when one of the people-dealings goes so well I nearly cry in gratitute that someone understands and is compassionate about where I am coming from. I never really expect that.
Now I am enjoying lovely visits with and . Much yay.
I need more sleep though. I feel owie with not-sleeping. Soon I will feel owie from thousands of needles poking me. As if I need more pain in my life. (I really want the tattoo done though.)
glad you’re feeling better :-).
When/where is the tattooing happening? (I can’t remember who your ink artist is.)
Barnaby at Mom’s Body Shop at the corner of Haight/Masonic. 🙂