the gift of temporary

today was a better day, awful cough notwithstanding. things in the office felt alright, there was an attempt at organizing vegan pizza even if it failed (the vegan option was covered in real cheese, my head and my gut were not happy with the half-slice i tried), a couple of positive conversations came out of the team lunch, and i eventually left with a minor victory under my belt.

i hurried home to pick up coffee, snacks and fisherman's friends, then headed to the tattoo parlour. the initial proposal was disconcerting, but a few tweaks and we were both happy. sonnet 7 took an hour and a half, there were a few particularly painful points but by and large it was fine - i'm beginning to suspect that he's right, that i am starting to toughen up a bit.

straight home to get ready for dinner, my mom taking me and mr smear to my cousins' for a really nice evening, but an awfully late one. mr smear was fantastic (minus the not eating) the entire night, right until we arrived home. it was 11.30pm, and he becomes tearful and defiant when he's that tired...

eventually we got him to bed, i sat down to cough and hack and play through another level of exapunks, and now it's time to try to sleep in spite of the caffeine / sudafed combo i'm still running on...