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. 

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