Pros and Cons: August 25, 2006
Dear Diary,
Oh, man, where to start. Money. Check. As in, got one. :) I worked a total of 120 hours at the gallery this month, which equates to $1200.00 in the bank. After taxes. Which I totally don't think Slayers should have to pay, but whatever. Plus, I sold a painting for another $750. Since I'm not paying rent, this makes me...well, not wealthy, exactly, but I can make the car payment and buy groceries. And add to the "Kiki returns to school fund". Mom is on her meds, so yay there. And, I have gotten back in the slaying/painting groove--doing some really nice work on both fronts. So, you know, pro.
On the con side, I think that my watcher is broken.
And I am not sure how to fix him.
I mean, I am a pro at broken. Martie was broken long before I got here, and I have spent some amount of two decades holding her together with love and lithium and peanut butter sandwiches.
Bob...doesn't need those things. Well, not that everyone couldn't do with a little lithium now and again. But on the love front, he really doesn't need that. Not from me, anyway. Makes him all nervous when he thinks that I even like him. You know, a little. And, while it is in my DNA to feed those who won't feed themselves, he doesn't even seem to want the sandwiches.
He wants to drink, and he wants for me to not get killed. The end.
I asked Mr. Giles what happened to his slayer but he said that that wasn't his story to tell. That Bob would tell me or not. So far, that's a not. I know her name though: Anna. Anna Durkin.
I'm thinking about calling a painting that. Anna. Problem is that I don't know how to paint her. And he doesn't know how to survive her. And I don't know how to survive Frank. What I did, how he ... well, let's just say that the council is obviously insane. Take one broken slayer, add one broken mother and one broken watcher and then sprinkle with bits of a dead watcher AND a dead slayer and, well...
Watch hilarity ensue.
Watch hilarity fucking ensue.
Laughing yet?