Die With Honor. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I knew it was going to hurt, and gosh, did this new tattoo not disappoint. First one only hurt near my hipbone. Second one barely hurt, as it is on my bum. I almost want to say it hurts more “after” the needle stops. Not literally, but that aching sensation is… Well, the body has a way of unconsciously immobilizing. It’s my left shoulder, so driving home wasn’t an issue.

(Remember, I drive standard.)

I joke that I’m a masochist, but “enjoyment” is relative. It’s more the psychological fortitude of enduring. And, I’m sure tattoos release endorphins or something. Never had a full tattoo-high or anything, but I can understand how you can get addicted to the endorphins. Like rollercoasters. Only a few moments and/or spots that caused me to break my concentration.

Afterwards, after asking twice if I felt light-headed, my artist commented that my meditation or whatever I was doing worked. I know how to control my breath? And make parts of my body go limp and/or nonresponsive?

The nervous system is so fascinating in how its cross-connected. More towards the top, I felt a tingle up the left side of my neck. And more towards the bottom, where it’s more against the bone, OWWWIEEE.

Still a better sensation than chest pains shooting down your left arm through your pinkie.

With my blackberry nearing brick status, boy am I glad I invested in a new camera earlier this month.

Now, what will my next one be… so many ideas in my brainz....