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I lost my last contact
on Wednesday, and called Lenscrafters to get that taken care of. Unfortunately, my stupid health insurance switched its vision provider so I had to pay almost $200 for it. That combined with my http://flickr.com/photos/herbaliser/7994379395/> tattoo wiped out my bank account, except for some cash I spent going out Friday with Reg and tyrven.

 

And then Saturday I woke up with a crazy head stuff thing. No chest congestion at all. I took a bunch of benadryl Saturday, slept all day, and switched to Sudafed Sunday.  I felt really weird from it when we got to the tattoo parlor, but as soon as the needle hit my skin, I felt very deeply attached to reality once more.

 

The reality of a tattoo is that initially it feels like someone popping a pimple, then it feels like someone digging a knife in to cut it out. And just when you think you can't take anymore, the guy stops to wipe blood or ink. Repeat five thousand times. I'm just glad I made a Nine Inch Nails playlist so I had something loud to focus on.

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