Dear Ben Cross (Letter 49)
Dear Ben,
I hope your night is going well. It's, as usual, hot here. I'm sitting here with some ice packs to make me more comfortable.
My date last Tuesday went well, albeit short. He had to go to a production meeting so it was only for about an hour. We met at Chinook Mall as I don't know him well and wanted to meet in a public place. But he is going to be directing a play at Storybook Theatre here so I can probably trust him. As far as men can be trusted ;) He has asked me for another date Tuesday so I will go. Yay!
I went to the Dr. about my knee. My X ray is fine but he thinks that I have little ridges in the cartilage in my knee. So basically it's going to be a pain in the butt from now on. It amazes me that in this day and age they can't permanently fix things like this. They can reattach a leg for god's sake. They can't fix ridges? At any rate I'm getting an anti inflammatory for it so hopefully it will relieve the discomfort when it arrives.
Blood and Betrayal is getting closer. I've spent most of my pay cheque again. Don't worry. What I mean is most of my pay cheque after all bills are paid. I am indeed responsible. I've bought a new dress and some jewelry. I think this is the last of this kind of spending. I will need to get some shoes as I have no flats to wear there. I will need them. No heels for me sadly.
Even though the character that I have to do costuming for has different tastes than I, I've tried to keep the jewelry to something I'd wear. I've stayed mostly without the skull theme (though I have a skull ring) and only have one armored ring. For the most part I can wear the rest of it again. I thought that it would behoove me to do that as I am footing the bill. Having said that, the items are true to the character just not overly Giovanni skull type stuff.
I went to my dialect coach today. I'm very intimidated by this whole thing. I hope that I can pull it off.
I've also been asked for a bit of a description for my character. Seriously intimidated by that. These are real authors who are going to be looking at it. This stresses me out. I'm talking with one of them tomorrow. They said they would do it themselves if I prefer but I don't want that. This may be the only time that I get to contribute to something like this. So he's going to help me sort it out. I'm glad.
My mom has called and I'm talking to her right now. I really wish that I could tell her about my trip to LA and New Orleans. It really has a limiting affect on our conversations. But she has made it impossible to communicate my excitement or anything else to her. I am disappointed and unhappy about it but what can I do? I won't have her freaking out like she does. It's irritating and distressing as all hell and that kind of emotional blackmail like that will not happen again if I can help it.
Still, it's upsetting. And it makes me sad. But the anxiety makes me crazy and I don't want to end up despising her. So I have to keep secrets. I wish it wasn't the way it has to be.
I'll send her a postcard from LA. Then she'll know what I've been up to with no time to have a meltdown. I hate having to lie when I should be able to tell her about a trip. Ok. So not only am I sad about it I'm angry.
On that note I'll leave you. Have to get ready for work and then get some sleep.
Gail
I hope your night is going well. It's, as usual, hot here. I'm sitting here with some ice packs to make me more comfortable.
My date last Tuesday went well, albeit short. He had to go to a production meeting so it was only for about an hour. We met at Chinook Mall as I don't know him well and wanted to meet in a public place. But he is going to be directing a play at Storybook Theatre here so I can probably trust him. As far as men can be trusted ;) He has asked me for another date Tuesday so I will go. Yay!
I went to the Dr. about my knee. My X ray is fine but he thinks that I have little ridges in the cartilage in my knee. So basically it's going to be a pain in the butt from now on. It amazes me that in this day and age they can't permanently fix things like this. They can reattach a leg for god's sake. They can't fix ridges? At any rate I'm getting an anti inflammatory for it so hopefully it will relieve the discomfort when it arrives.
Blood and Betrayal is getting closer. I've spent most of my pay cheque again. Don't worry. What I mean is most of my pay cheque after all bills are paid. I am indeed responsible. I've bought a new dress and some jewelry. I think this is the last of this kind of spending. I will need to get some shoes as I have no flats to wear there. I will need them. No heels for me sadly.
Even though the character that I have to do costuming for has different tastes than I, I've tried to keep the jewelry to something I'd wear. I've stayed mostly without the skull theme (though I have a skull ring) and only have one armored ring. For the most part I can wear the rest of it again. I thought that it would behoove me to do that as I am footing the bill. Having said that, the items are true to the character just not overly Giovanni skull type stuff.
I went to my dialect coach today. I'm very intimidated by this whole thing. I hope that I can pull it off.
I've also been asked for a bit of a description for my character. Seriously intimidated by that. These are real authors who are going to be looking at it. This stresses me out. I'm talking with one of them tomorrow. They said they would do it themselves if I prefer but I don't want that. This may be the only time that I get to contribute to something like this. So he's going to help me sort it out. I'm glad.
My mom has called and I'm talking to her right now. I really wish that I could tell her about my trip to LA and New Orleans. It really has a limiting affect on our conversations. But she has made it impossible to communicate my excitement or anything else to her. I am disappointed and unhappy about it but what can I do? I won't have her freaking out like she does. It's irritating and distressing as all hell and that kind of emotional blackmail like that will not happen again if I can help it.
Still, it's upsetting. And it makes me sad. But the anxiety makes me crazy and I don't want to end up despising her. So I have to keep secrets. I wish it wasn't the way it has to be.
I'll send her a postcard from LA. Then she'll know what I've been up to with no time to have a meltdown. I hate having to lie when I should be able to tell her about a trip. Ok. So not only am I sad about it I'm angry.
On that note I'll leave you. Have to get ready for work and then get some sleep.
Gail