Long time no update

So-

a) work is wonderful
b) work is exhausting
c) I have MONEY
d) this means I am now Doing Things
e) like going out of town this weekend! Woooot, Stratford Festival.



The Christ Play is going well, my shifts are wonderful and manageable. I'm fiddling with layouts for E.S. (sekritmwahaha) and having a ball, because hello Pele.

My teeth are hurting, meh.

And I'm really fucking frustrated with having to phone my dad at night to see if I can get rides to work with him (it's six dollars busfare a round trip, which is a whole hour, basically, and I don't want to have to afford that) and trying to talk to him while he's high.
He tends to smoke up at night. As in, ALWAYS smokes up at night, to the point where he can hardly answer the phone. On the one hand, he had the most traumatizing childhood ever, so I can understand it. On the other, it's still pretty freaky.

Am v. glad he does not live with us any more, methinks. Although I have to say, I didn't figure OUT he did that much pot until... two years ago? Maybe less?

Fuck, cutting off here before I get whiny/emo.

On Tuesdays I Polish My Uncle

I went to play in the park.
I didn't get home until dark.
But when I got back I had ants in my patns
And my father was feeding the shark.

I went to play in the park,
And I didn't come home until dark.
And when I got back I had ants in my pants
And dirt in my shirt, and glue in my shoe,
And my father was tickling the shark.

I went to sleep int he park,
The shark was starting to bark.
And when I woke up I had ants in my pants
Dirt in my shirt, glue in my shoe,
And beans in my jeans and a bee on my knee,
And the shark was tickling my father.

My father went off to the park.
I stayed home and read to the shark.
And when he got back he had ants in his pants,
Dirt in his shirt, glue in his shoe,
Beans in his jeans, a bee on his knee,
Beer in his ear and a bear in his hair,
So we put him outside in the ark.

I started the ark in the dark.
My father was packing the shark.
And when we got home we had ants in our pants,
Dirt in our shirt, glue in our shoe,
Beans in our jeans, a bee on our knee,
Beer in our ear and a bear in our hair,
A stinger in our finger, a stain on our brain,
And our belly-buttons shone in the dark.

So my dad he got snarky and barked at the shark
Who was parking the ark on the mark in the dark.
And when they got back they had ants in their pants,
Dirt in their shirt, glue in their shoe,
Beans in their jeans, a bee on their knee,
Beer in their ear and a bear in their hair,
A stinger in their finger, a stain in the brain,
A small polka-dot burp, with headache tablets,
And a ship on the lip and a horse, of course,
So we all took a bath in the same tub and went to bed early.