Y2 D186

 just realized that I missed the halfway point marker with everything that has been going on this week. It was the other day. Less than six months to go in this cycle of my journey. Will there be a third year of writing? We will have to see if I have anything left inside of me when the time comes. Or if I have some psycho bitch in my life that makes the writing worth reading.

LONG day yesterday aka a show Saturday. The kid and I went out in the morning to pick up the props as we were in charge of them last night. After that I dropped her off at X1's mother's house. I have to let them see the kid. Have to play nice. After I dropped her off I went and ran some errands. Most note worthy is I went and got a new tattoo for my brother (number 11 if anyone is keeping count of the pieces of ink on my body). I wanted something simple and clean that only meant something to me. When our mother died, I got my very first tattoo to always remember her. I felt it appropriate to get one for my brother too. I told all this to the guy at the tattoo place and he told me to come back in a couple of hours and he would take care of me. I had my last one done at the same place. Because of that and the situation, he charged me half of their hourly rate.

Since my brother like me was born in July, he was a zodiac cancer. I got this zodiac symbol with the years 1972 - 2010 done under it. No name, nothing else. I had it put on the upper part of my back in between the wolf and the celtic cross. Also for those keeping track this was number four in 18 months. I am running out of room for anything else.

While I was doing all this, the kid and grandma were out at the mall. I came home did a little cleaning then went over to pick her up. I got suckered into dinner. I think grandpa knew we were up to something because the kid and I both were keeping an eye on the clock. See grandma HATES with a passion RHPS and if she knew I was getting the kid involved in this world, she would go ballistic. I played it cool though. We left their house around 8 after eating way too much bad food -- heavy sauces, carbs. I tried once again to play nice and show I was eating but that was a challenge. We headed home and got ready for the show.

I had so much fun introducing the kid to everyone last night. Like five people at different times told me how wonderful she is and they can't wait for her to be part of cast. Was feeling very proud in an odd way. AND everyone on cast thought my new tattoo was a perfect way to remember my brother. See? My kind of people. Maybe they don't have anyone else or they are freaks themselves as some of you have alluded, but guess what? I could be their fucking leader. I love these people because they accept me, support me, and genuinely care about me AS I AM. That's enough for me.

Did the show and 8 of us headed out for pie. It was our biggest after show pie group ever. The kid was starting to get cranky. We got in around 4 and slept for 3 hours. Now I am off to drive her home. I don't know if I will get a chance to nap as I am going to be on the road for the next 4-6 hours depending on traffic, and then I have to get a suit ready for tomorrow. I may just suck it up, stay awake and go to bed at 8pm tonight. We shall see. Tomorrow. Fuck.