Well, getting the next tattoo in a few hours. I'm all excited and bouncing around.It's 11.30 and I'm booked for 3.00. The waiting is gonna hurt me more than the tattoo itself. I love this feeling of anticipation and a little bit of fear. I'm not really that scared, cause I know what to expect, but it'll hurt more than the last, so there's a little bit of fear in there. But mostly I'm stoked. And I still have to shave my legs, clean the place for my visitor, do my hair, find something to wear, have some food so I don't pass out....And instead, here I am writing this thing. I'm off!