i'm actually in a good mood tonight. apart from the continuing procrastination on my final paper for gender in the workplace. which is actually a decent paper, fact-wise; i've got ten pages written; just freaking finish the thing, lazy.

when i finish the paper, my reward is a trip to canton with my homegirl to visit one or more tattoo... places. 'parlor' sounds way too much like the kind of place i don't want to go. hmm. at any rate. yes.

i really don't have the money for a tattoo right now, and i'm still completely undecided about placement. the image itself is somewhat irksome, but i figure i can work that out with the artist. rationally, i should absolutely not get a tattoo this week. but, dammit, i want it and as i told lani, i'm going to be suffering from serious ink envy if i don't. but information first, decision later.

somehow, i guess i hadn't mentioned to my dad that i was thinking about permanently defacing my body. so when we were at lunch the other day, dad saw some guy with a tribal design on his arm and joked, 'so when are you getting your tattoo?' i replied seriously, 'well, i was going to get it next week, but i can't really afford it right now, so i'll have to put it off a little longer, but i hope i can have it done before i go abroad...' i almost gave the man a heart attack. too funny.

well, since i'm obviously not going to do anything about my paper tonight, i'd best be off to sleep so as to (hopefully) attend to it in the morning. once it's finally done, it's all ink and last days of work and babies and corrugated boxes from here, baby.