Well it finally happened. I had so much Red Bull at work that there was a bit of an intervention and I was given a talking to about how bad it is for one in mass quantities. I have never been so tired, yet not at the same time. I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack. I read somewhere that it would take 50 Red Bulls to kill someone my height and weight. I had less than ten but more than five. Which is just too much.
I want to get another tattoo. The only problem is, that I don’t know what of, which means that I shouldn’t get one at all. I thought about the first one for 15 years before I got it…I like it because I forget I have it. I also like that people only know about it, if I tell them where it is. It’s in such plain sight to a certain degree, but only if you know where to look. I think it suits me and I love it. 🙂 Insert plug here for Friday Jones the tattoo artist.
Today was a special day, but I had entirely way too much Red Bull to fully appreciate it. A lot to be thankful for, but always another hurdle to overcome.