caaaaare?

in the tattoo world,
in the woodsly goodness,
monday is friday.
and friday is tuesday.
it's some kind of backwards work schedule.
but what it means is:
the week is mostly over already.
and the weekend is here.
again.
and again.
and again.
lather. rinse. repeat.
over and over.....
there will be friends comin' over for dinner.
there will be food feasted upon.
there will be fires ferociously fuming.
there will be more of the same.
more of this.
more lightning-strike lifetime.
more fleeting fireside family funtime.
more and more...
and after plenty of above average temperature days,
it's now cold, cloudy, and rainy,
just in time to ruin my days off.
ma nature must be making sure that i'm getting
F*ed right up the weekend.
hard.
looks like a layabout lounging lurch for your ninja;
it's probably for the best,
since i've got a broken brake line on my car.
going isn't the problem. (when is it ever?)
it's stopping that's hard. (just like everything else)
maybe, just maybe,
someone is trying to kill me.
that's the most obvious conclusion, anyway.
another plausible exlanation,
albeit far less probable,
would be that the salty winter-time roadways
of northern new england are bad for undercarriages.
but i'm still stickin' with the first one.
i mean,
when you're a positively preposterous person,
assassination attempts are always at least a little bit likely...
never quiet, never soft.....