.ballad of a lonely construction worker

I am starting to get an itch...one of those itches that either demands a new hole in my body, a new picture drawn on it, or in this case, a burn. Booking a consultation with Blair next week, for two rings around my ankles. Tattoos have to come soon, too. I have all these images of leaves, treelines, cityscapes, and group of seven paintings in my head.
Stressed about a thousand meetings...I'm not cut out for highly motivated self organizational jobs, straight up. I like events that take care of themselves (like potlucks) and not ones that need constant rescucitation and babying to make happen (like environmental concerts).
Much love. Wish I was there.