Needles and fluorescents.

I Hate needles, I always knew I disliked them, no one actually likes needles, but as of today, I hate, beyond a hate you could ever imagine, needles.
The doctor surprise attacked me with three blood tests and not the usual cool down where you have three days to prepare yourself but wam bam right out of the appointment and straight into it.
I was completely petrified of course and fell into one of my anxiety attacks walking to my death in needle form.
Awful, absolutely awful, and the needle beast was a grumpy bitch about it all too.
But I got some satisfaction when she got angry when she couldn't spell my name even after I spelt it out for her.
And to think a week a go i was dead set on getting my tattoo done.
Now with very little sleep in my sleep bank, I am sitting at my mothers work with my head slowly nodding forward every few seconds.
I'd Love to go home and sleep, but it seems I will be here for another million hours or so.
I stayed up lastnight/this morning on the hunt for an old Cartoon me and my sister use to watch on the Nickelodeon Halloween scream special when we were youngins'.
And to my surprise I found it and am still to this day absolutely terrified of the old spookster Mr. Moundshroud, who i am now to learn the voice is by Leonard Nimoy.
He played Captain Spock in those crazy star trek days, the one with the elf like eyebrows and ears, beatles hair cut.
When they go to mexico is probably the bit that scares me the most by memory.
I can't wait to watch the whole thing, and then again on halloween.

I need sleeeeeeeeeep.