making the most of a miserable day.

rain?
downpour??
deluge???
flood????
yeah.
i guess the woodsly goodness is going to be underwater for the remainder of today.
that's as good a way as any for september to swim away into the annals of history.
however,
it's a crap way for me to span my only day off.
that's no joke.
plus,
i have a nauseous and feverish feeling than i might've gotten a little bit sick, too.
uh-huh.
because i always need more reasons to get nothing done.
right?
c'mon.
that's gross,
and so is being sick.
i hate it the most, and i refuse to entertain these twinges, ticks,
spells, spates, and gurgles that i'm experiencing.
my body doesn't care if i'm listening or not, though-
and that's the big action that seems to be seeking out a space for itself
under my skin, behind my eyes, in my ears, nose, and throat, even...
there's a tossing and a turning and a nudging amongst the contents of my insides,
and it sure has the sensation of trying to force a lot of it to the outside,
from any open hole, by any means necessary,
awesome?
i've got a conspiracy of minor calamities cooperating within and without,
in order to ultimately undo my whole dang day.
it's wednesday,
it's the last day of the month
and instead of going out with a big action activated expert bang,
i'm under the weather, literally and figuratively-
the clouds are heavy, and they're releasing their burden onto and into the muddy soil
surrounding the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress's forest hideaway.
bummer.
everything is wet, and grey, and while it is sort of warmish,
the drippy drizzles, and these drippy nostrils sure make it seem so much colder.
i though i was going to have a Perfect Fall Day with my homegirl ampy-d,
but,
instead,
we'll be hunkered down with tissues and sh!t.
ailing is a total A*-hole scene, neighbors.
and netflix and the chills is NOT what mutha-'uckers are talking about, y'heard?
yuck.
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i have been baking, anyway,
because i'm not a weak, minky, mincey little baby b!tchbag.
i need those first of the month-style seasonally accurate examples
of juicy treat-powerful just be dopeness,
and i can't let a little noah-level rainfall,
or an achy, broken, old and busted body be the bosses of me.
i've got free will,
and it is made of mutha-flippin' iron and irony.
that's my word, kids.
september is for apples,
but october is for pumpkins.
real talk.
there will be gourdy gorging, and squash-style shark gluttony all damned month long.
rules is rules after all.
speaking of-
when there's not much poppin' at the tatzap studio,
even when my whole arm is cramped up, molto-molto sore,
and it's getting hard to hold a pencil, let alone a tattoo machine,
there's still no room for wasted time.
i started some more small arts, guys.
check the teleport:

mmmhmmmm.
skull bobotomatics, for me, you, and everyone we know.
i may be falling apart at the joints and seams,
but i'm not about to sit around at the studio doing nothing.
nope.
not once, not ever.
doing nothing can't come crash against my shores.
we've got things to do,
and skills to sharpen, and crafts to hone, and moves to make.
i can't let a little thing like broken hands,
or a double ration of flu-like symptoms detour me from my path.
nerd robots, pumpkin cake, and fall day doo-doo magic have to happen.
i mean,
we only get this one last day of september;
never quiet, never soft.....