This Friday, I have an appointment with a sleep doctor to talk about my likely case of sleep apnea.
AND
THEN
I have an appointment to give Kris the printout of my next tattoo, and schedule a time to get it done.
I can't afford it until February, and, honestly, it's a bit of a splurge even then. So it's kind of early to get started, I know. But it's set in my head, and the difference between my head and the real world is starting to grate on me.
This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm doing it. I can't believe I'm going to be telling people for the rest of my life that I got "thank you pork bun" tattooed on my arm.
But I can't not do it anymore.
I'm so excited.
I love this.
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