Got up early yesterday to make sure I put in a full day's work before heading to the tattoo shop. Managed to get three more blog posts done, update one more, and prep for some classes in two weeks. I did as I needed to and accomplished my goal. From there, I went off to the shop around 12:15. We started at 1:30ish or so. I had C keep track of actual tattoo time versus waiting time versus breaks. Tattoo artists are not the best time management people. They just aren't. They're artists and geniuses in their own right. So we got inside at 12:50, left a little after six. 5 hours or so, right? Nope. Actual ink time was 4 hours. She charged me for 2.5. Yep. But clearly, I spent the majority of the day there so not much else going on. On the way home we stopped and got grinders from a local shop. My tattoo artist is a HUGE horror buff and we told her about the movies we've been watching and she made many suggestions. We took those to heart, checked what we had in our library, and watched the Conjuring. Nope. Nope. Nope. Shit freaked us out. We had to watch a Phineas and Ferb after to calm us down. Spooky ass shit. Of course there's a sequel. Whee. Went to bed around 11.
More of the same work stuff today. Nothing else exciting going on. With that, here it is, my completed octopus. He is perfect.
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