I need a nap. I didn’t sleep real well last night. At one point I was half-awake and could feel a panic attack starting to kick in. Fortunately it didn’t take off and after trying to psyche myself into calmness I went back to sleep. I dreamed that my aunt and uncle were staying in my house but that I was staying elsewhere. It was raining very heavily. When I went by to check on things, the house was surrounded by rushing water. I walked around the outside of my house in the water taking pictures of the flooding. Nothing inside had been damaged, but my uncle informed me that he was positive the foundation was badly damaged. That’s when the alarm went off.

Something tells me a therapist would have a field day interpruting that dream.

This past weekend sure did suck. Sucked because the tattoo fell through on Saturday (I will reschedule for later this week). Sucked because the on-going family crisis had to be dealt with Saturday and Sunday. Sucked because I didn’t get to have a nice relaxing evening on Saturday. Sucked because my father and his very poor choice of wording on the phone yesterday. Sucked because I really am worried that my sister might harm herself. Sucked because I am an introvert by nature. Sucked because when I get stressed out I obsess about the useless things (like the Evil one) more than I should. Sucked because it’s Monday already.

Me? Bad mood? Never.

I am so totally bummed out at this point. More details later …

Well, hey … if you don’t know what those are you haven’t been paying attention for the last few weeks. Tonight is “Antigone in New York” for one last time. Then we party afterwards. Saturday is the big day where I mar my body for the rest of my life. I’m looking forward to it albiet with some nervousness. Saturday night is … well, free and clear at this point. Who knows what will happen. More than likely beer and horror films. Sunday is a big-ole-gay-gathering in Sylva. See. I actually leave my house every once in a while.

Yep. Two days until I go get inked. The anticipation is starting to get to me. How painful will it be? How long will I be in the chair? Will it turn out as good as I want it to? Healing time? Blood? Pain? Blood? Pain? Will it turn out as good as I want it to? How painful will it be? Yeah. My mind runs in circles on this one. I know that it will be cool. I got a good vibe about the parlor I picked out as soon as I walked in the door. Plus the artists portfolio looked good too. Yeah. I tend to obssess a little.

Also:
“Antigone in New York” kicks out as of tomorrow night … which is cool. Time to put it to bed. We got reviewed in “The Guide,” a local events publication. The reviewer said that this show combined with last year’s performance in “Coyote on a Fence” was “proof of my staggering range.” Yep. That’s an actual quote. Heh. I wonder when Broadway or Hollywood will start calling. Heck, I’d even take both.

Yesterday was a long but productive day. My boss slapped around on the client and got several projects kick started … which is good. Good also because I spent the day in the company of the cute McCranie boys. Ah, yes. All that is really means though is that the work is again piling up (which translates to job security).