I'm extremely busy. Truckloads of school work. Rehab. NA Meetings. Finding time for my friends/Cat. It's so difficult! But I'm having a great time with being so busy. I find myself being so exhausted at the end of the day that I don't even need the seroquel-- however, I take it anyway, just in case. But yes. Things are going swell.
Breaking news: I got ink. Now and forever there are the latin words "corpus poetae" engraved into my left wrist. I expected the ordeal to be painful, but I rather enjoyed it. I absolutely cannot wait until I get another. I can see how getting tattoos can become an addiction.
I guess my life is pretty boring. I was so fucking sure that I had more to say. Oh well. :]
Inkage:
Oh ginger snaps.