deckwreck

I haven't left the house, except to go to school or work, since Monday night. The beginning of this social retardation corresponds exactly with the date that Halo II arrived at my apartment. Damn, but I'm lame.

I think I'm going to get a new tattoo soon. I'm doing a field project for Anthro on the shop I go to, and I figure what better time to interview an artist than when he's sticking a needle in me? Also, my birthday present from my parents (tickets to today's dismal Georgia/Auburn game: I couldn't get off work) fell through, so I'm getting a wad of cash instead. Hey, at least then I wouldn't be able to drink it away. The bad news is that I'm seriously considering sleeving my right arm from the elbow down, or at the very least getting something that takes up most of the inside. Hmmm, trouble...