12:35 I am lying on a table at the tattoo studio. The guy just made the first incision. I can't see what he's doing but I swear he's slicing the flesh from my bones.
12:47 The plastic pillow I am leaning on is drenched in sweat. As is the table.
12:54 When I arrived here, they offered me cookies but I passed, fearing they would be some sort of tofu crap. But I asked for cookies now. I told them "I think I'm earning cookies". Happily they brought over some Chips Ahoys but I fear I may be creating some sort of Pavlovian connection between pain and cookies.
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Stay strong brother.
c'mon wedgie, pics!!
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