This dog eat dog existence sure is getting old

[raybear]

I had this dream last night that had all of my personal dreamsigns and elements of a common anxiety dream, except they were physically smaller (even specific people) and I was never anxious. I am taking this as progress.

Yesterday morning I started the day with a long walk with Sophie. Today I started the day with a short run with Sophie. She did really well and heeled nicely the whole time. All morning afterwards she seems to be moping around for a food kong, which I have not yet obliged -- I've been doing other things like lifting weights and writing and taking pictures and making a goodbye mix for louche and e-mailing a new crush. I've had more coffee than usual this morning, plus the exercising, so I've been hyper and doing spontaneous dances around the apartment that mostly involve flinging my arms around or hitting my chest/ribs like tom tom drums. Woo-hoo, caffeine!! I'm alive!!!!!!! I'm going to attempt to harness this energy to get dishes washed and maybe vacuuming done. But here's a picture of my mess of tomato plants!



And here's a picture of the new ink done to my tattoo (and my farmer/biker tan). I'm in love with it. Its completely done with the scabby healing part, but there's still some last bits of peeling happening.

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[sebastian6.livejournal.com]

Can you tell me what it says? I likey.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

It has been 3 years in the making! Here's a shot from 2 years ago, I think, the day I got the blue swirls added: http://pics.livejournal.com/raybear/pic/0002g4bx/s640x480 which shows how much of my back it takes up.

Its a found poem I made from T.S. Eliot's Prufrock and the Dhammapada. It says:

Do I dare
disturb the universe?
This body is a painted image
subject to disease, decay and death
activated by thought that come and go
When living in darkness,
why not look for light?