fingers.

i broke my hands off tattbombing today, duders.
for real.
i mean,
i'm a hard worker, when there's work to do...
but even though  i put in work as a working person,
i rarely really work all that hard.
today was a certain kind of exception that
makes other exceptional times seem average.
that's a thing.
i went in early,
and stayed well past my designated dinner time.
i put in those extra hours on my friend daniel,
who drove a billionteen hours up from
the substantially warmer climes of virginia,
to celebrate his birthday with the really real ninjas
of the woodsly goodness.
how'd it go?
swimmingly.
i talked at him about all the terrible things
that swarm around inside my mind,
and he regaled me with the saga of a scandalous divorce.
then,
we got extra busy crushing an undersea-themed
hawaiian tropical fish forearm sleeve.
portraits of fish with too many lines,
and too many blops of color,
and too many patterns an' sh!t,
all against a black and grey coral reef background.
i know, friends.
yes.
i said background.
i told you earlier about the exceptional exceptions
i couldn't exempt myself from.
heroic quantities of stylistic anomalies,
doo-dooing that 'that's not what i do' doo-doo.
i kept it real by not snapping a photo when i finished.
small victories, y'all. ...i'm like that.
and now, neighbors,
since i missed dinnertime and my wifey couldn't wait,
so she ate some treats without me,
i'm having cookies for dinner.
storebought ones, at that...
awwwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
sometimes,
a sunday night is destined to be an early one.
sometimes,
a hard style is the only one available.
sometimes,
new england sports teams do well,
and act as portents of uber-lameness to come.
sometimes,
it's so cold my swollen fingers might actually snap off.
and all the other times,
all the other things are always really happening.
real life isn't always exciting,
but it always really is;
never quiet, never soft.....