xiolasioux

Ugh... I'm a worthless bitch when I'm sick. No, actually, let me be more specific. I don't get sick very often, but when I do, I feel like my body and brains are in constant battle. My brain tries to make me get up and do something, anything, even when my body tells me to fuck off.

Long story short, I'm in bed. At least I get to catch up on some reading. (Beats the shit out of spanish soap operas.)

Actually, I did get some research done for my next tattoo. I need to find the perfect set of wings, one for each foot. I, at least, have a better vision for them now. As is evident in my profile, I run. A lot. And, I'm training for a marathon in June. So, I prod my ass through the miles with the promise of tattoos at the end.

My accoustic/electric was a bit too large for me to play comfortably, and so I sold my it on eBay yesterday. To my surprise a good friend of mine secretly bought it at the last minute. It fetched quite a price, so I emailed to offer a refund, which he wouldn't hear of. So, I promised to be a slave to him and his wife, assuring them I look adorable with duct tape over my mouth and a bottle of Windex in my hand.