State of Rey

[reymonkey]

Just wanted to make an update for the flist, to say there's no major catastrophe and we're still pulling along. Friday I met with the puppeteer Heidi about the children's book thing, which some of you may remember me mentioning waaay back before I performed in the puppet show. It's still on, morphing into a children's graphic novel, so that's one more thing to keep busy with. The catch of course is that this is a 'money later on' situation rather than a 'money now' one. The weekend was... recuperative. Very laid back and a lot of taking deep breaths and calming down. Monday I had breakfast with Cheryl and in the afternoon Bridgie had a doctor appointment where they upped one of the current medications. Today Heidi's supposed to drop by to exchange some stuff for the book project, and I'm cleaning out the bathroom closet. Shad wants to know how two women who don't wear make-up have aquired so much of it. I... really don't have an answer for that, except that it's like the trick of no matter how big a space you live in you'll fill it with stuff. Maybe the make-up in the closet is reproducing at a rate comparative to the disappearance of socks and forks. On the other hand, a recent rummage of the sock drawer is leading me to believe I'm not actually losing socks, they're just all mutating so that none of them match. When you wear just black socks all the time, that's an impressive trick. Back to the make-up, I think a lot of it is stuff Bridgie buys for one event or another and uses once, and then it gets buried. There's a good amount that's clearly from Hallowe'en stuff, like black lipstick or glitter gel or other wacky colors. I am actually allergic to make-up, and very glad to be. It's spared me years of my mother asking me why I don't 'do something with myself'. Not that she hasn't said that to me a few times, it's in the mother's handbook and there's a quota they have to meet, but it's just that 'I'm allergic, remember?' is such an effective way of diffusing the argument. Eyeshadow is the worst. I do dare to put something on for Hallowe'en sometimes, especially if I've got a mask where I need to make the eyes look right. I know better, but i figure it's only for a couple hours. By the end of the night my eyelids feel weird and when I take it off they're all puffy. Lipstick doesn't do much but make me want to chew on my lips because it feels weird. The rest makes me break out. I'll stick to face soap and water thanks. I'm not joking when I say I'm low maintenance.

To sum up, nothing's really changed except maybe Bridgie's feeling a little better. Our finances still suck, the car is in the shop and we're holding our breath that he doesn't find anything else going on it, bills... are still there. I have enough, thanks to my dad, to pay a couple. I'm afraid to because there has to be enough left over to pay for the car, but we've got stuff past due, so... yeah. Back into the fray of closet cleaning, make myself try to finish up Shiri's inking this afternoon.
*HUGS* I appreciate comments, it's good to know that people know we're in a rough place and give a crap about us. It helps.

Comments

[reymonkey.livejournal.com]

Oh, you must be using that flesh-eating kind. You should totally read the warning labels first. Buy the kind that attracts rabid monkeys instead. You can just lock your doors and windows when you use it and it's fine.

Hmmmm... *rubs chin*