I woke up yesterday morning with an itchy armpit… Eventually it stopped itching. Around the time that I left work and had that brilliant walk home. Another one of those glorious days. I was sweaty. On my way home I passed Botanic Station and asked how much it costs to get a train to Larne. I heard form a colleague that there is a motor show there today with lots of classic cars doing laps of the town, finally stopping to be gawked at, and photographed.

Of course I can find no one to join me – but again, its their loss, heh.

I had my first weekday hangover in quite a while. Though it was quite mild, with not much drink drunk, my head still hurt a little. Its just one of those things thats done every once in a while. All you want to do all day is sleep. Instead I played pool during lunch, and lost, of course. On the way home I sang the Eels ‘Losing Streak‘.

“Meeting every day with the rising sun
Looking up it’s looking like
My losing streak is done”

Getting a tattoo is something that has occasionally floated around my mind, normally around the time a friend gets one. I sometimes say or think to myself that it would be cool to get one someday. So that when I am 40 and driving around in my chopper I might look a little bit cool.

As for the tattoo idea. If I was to get something I would, like everything else, have to put a heck of a lot of thought into it. It couldn’t be something arbitrary, a name of a band, a symbol, or something really generic like a barcode or heart with the word “mother” inside, or a tribal design.

There is really only one thing that has been constant for in my life for long enough to mean anything; music. Everything else changes frequently. So maybe a musical note or two? Though that is a little lame and unoriginal. If I could get something that moved I would get the globe, but until that is invented I wouldn’t want the same half of the earth on my skin for ever, what if I get bored with that half?

Moods change, tastes change, beliefs change, people change.

Thats not to say that other people don’t choose some great tattoos. For a cat lover like my good friend Sarah, a paw print on each foot was the perfect idea for a tattoo.

As for me. I will have to think about that one for another few years.

Have a great weekend!

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