art-digital/gagged_2I’d finally finished the image I’d been working on right before bed. I love the way her hair turned out; I’m slowly getting better at doing it. Eddie doesn’t like her because of the ballgag.

We’re going to the flea market today. I’m really hoping that I’m not peeing constantly because I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that the bathrooms there are nasty. Eddie wants to pick up some razorblades and I love to look at the old paperwork people sell: diplomas, deeds to houses, baptismal certificates, that sort of thing. The best find we never bought was a 1911 archive of the Providence Journal. The guy wanted $40 for it, which we didn’t have, but it would have been the coolest thing to own.

After the flea market we go back to Mom’s, where she will perform that kitchen-witchery known only to us as “hot wings”. We’ll gorge ourselves (but I won’t eat the mutant wings), and I’ll end up making a total mess out of myself with wing sauce and chunky feta dressing. It won’t be pretty, and most likely cause Eddie to wonder if I’m the same person he married 3 years ago.

If we want to, we’ll get to have dinner and a movie, and sometimes the movie is good! And if the movie is good, that means that Brian’s fallen asleep; he always does when the movie is a decent one.

art-digital/smirkAh, the weekend has arrived. I’ve nearly finished my rainbow monkey (pictures later this afternoon), I’ve taken my pillls for the day, and have Poser-ed a bit. See the picture? Yeah, I did that.

I’ll clean my desk, find some lunch later, and see about finding more stuffing for some of the other monkey bits ‘ve got hanging around. Eddie should be getting home at about 4:30 with a network cable and damn it we’re gonna play FFXI tonight if I have to kill him.

art-digital/returning1I finally got Poser 5 installed, and managed to get my hands on some of the figures I’d had bought before my big hard drive ate everything in ‘03. I haven’t been able to find all of what I had, but I’m working on it.

It’s cold today. I swear to god that this is the only place in the world where it will be in the 90’s for a week, then hit the 40’s overnight, and slowly creep into the 60’s all day. I walked up to Burger King to grab a bite to eat and the Spanish transvestite behind the counter told me again how much she loves my hair color (anytime she sees it she loves it).

In about 5 minutes, my mother will be leaving from work and driving up here to pick me up and we’ll go to her doctor’s office. I’m going to bring my sewing kit in case he pokes her hard enough to require strong drugs that come with the “do not operate heavy machinery” sticker on their bottle and I drive her home, in which case we’ll have dinner over there.

I promised myself that I would nap today, and what have I done since I got home? Fuck-all, as Eddie would say.

Oh, sure, I uploading some new artwork to the art gallery, and found some pics that I took over the last two weeks while the camera was in the car. That didn’t take very long at all. Then I took some pictures of a couple of my action figures for the latest Photochallenge challenge (this week: toys), which I think came out pretty fricken good, if you ask me. But that doesn’t count as doing anything productive, I think.

Traffic on the way to work today was terrible. Of course, I was going south, and it was northbound that was a parking lot. Our DOT likes to mess with us, so they decided to paint stripes on the newly paved road in the middle of rush-hour, requiring two lanes to be closed down just outside of the downtown area. This caused back-ups from North Providence to Warwick, about 10 miles or so of highway. People in Warwick heading north were hearing about the jam, and were trying to take alternate routes, and then the alternate routes were getting jammed up because there’s construction going on there, too, and essentially, all hell was breaking loose. On the way home, I called Eddie and told him to check the traffic channel so I could decide if I wanted to take the back roads or the highway.

We went to Taco Bell for lunch today. There was a girl there who had hair that looked like it would be very fitting on some little anime chick. “All she needs now are some big ol’ anime-ish boots,” I told Eddie as we were getting into the car. “Maybe one of those funny school uniforms, with the sailor collar.”

“And a giant tenticle raping her,” he replied.

I got my ass chewed out at work this afternoon. Again. This time for something that I didn’t do - some stupid twat claimed that I told her that I’d call her back in a half hour last Friday, and never returned her call, when back in the real world, I told her that I’d try to get back to her that afternoon, because it was busy and I didn’t know when I’d be able to get back into the jewelry repair room. I’ve come to the conclusion that since I’m new, I must be the honorary whipping-boy/scapegoat for the repair department. Why? Because these old women have nothing better to do than put lighters on my desk and tell me to call people so they have more spare time to talk about their grandkids. And let me tell you, their failies are nowhere near as interesting as they think they are.

Ah, another day over. Today was hell. Sheer hell. J was on a vacation day, and S is still out from her vacation that started last week, so we were short two people. M spent the better part of the day fucking around in shipping rather than taking phone calls, and Jt doesn’t take calls to begin with, so that left just me and V on the phones - all fucking day. Thankfully, I’ve got tomorrow off.

Yes, a day off in the middle of the damned week, after already having a day off. It’s a family thing. Alas, I still need to get up early in the morning, but I’ll survive, since I get to come home and sleep with Eddie when we’re done screwing around with the relatives.

Eddie’s birthday is this weekend. He’s got Friday and Monday off, so I can get normal sleep those days. I’ve gotta find him a present. I have an idea of what I’d like to get him, but it depends on how much cash I end up with this week or so. Rent is do and shit, so shelter comes before gifts, unfortunately.

Oh, and yes, that’s new artwork.