GAHH. Well maybe it's a sign that it's not supposed to happen yet. I had to wait so long because I couldn't spare the time to let it heal while I was in school and up to my elbows in massage oil, using my hands all day, washing my hands every half hour, etc. So I knew I'd be getting one between school and my state boards exam.

That exactly sums up my Dad's philosophy. He really lived without fear because he knew it was pointless, and he wanted everyone else to be the same way. He didn't understand the idea of fretting about something that hadn't happened yet.

I still try to be like that, but it's tough, when you learn for real how sudden things are. It's just like he always said. So I think when I start to get all fretty, maybe I'll take a look at the tattoo and go, "You never know, so just forget about it for now."