After over a year of looking, considering, and debating with my inner scardey-cat self I am currently laying flat on my back in a tattoo parlor. (Have I mentioned recently how much I LOVE my Kindle?) The needle both hurts more and less than I expected. Less because I am a total baby when it comes to receiving pain, and the expectation of pain is always a major psych-out. More because at times it is as though I can feel it digging straight through my skin and down into the bone. It’s not too bad– but I got over the novelty abou twenty minutes ago and now just want it to be over & done with. LOL