So I got nearly nothing done this weekend. Got tattooed. Of course as happy as I am with it, I am very whiny about it now. It's mostly okay, but there's some positions I move my arm to and it screams with pain. In addition to tattooing I, uh, worked Saturday night. It was massively insanely busy. And today I went shopping with Holly, during which she bought a ton of cute stuff for super cheap and I got a purple and brown plaid cowboy shirt and a little blouse with pears on it. Pears! I also did the casting for the next round of resin jewelry. I was hoping to make a few more leather and stone necklaces, which I guess I should be doing right now, but I am watching some movie just because it has Mark Walberg in it. Maybe necklaces tomorrow? Maybe I'll get the third Bourne movie and make them while I watch that. That seems like a suitable reward. Also I did not get my laundry done. Did not clean my room. Did not read a book or nap or sleep in. Generally do feel relaxed or accomplished at the end of the weekend which is a kind of a shitty Sunday night feeling.