I had to spend last night at Eric's. Normie's son. He works for Jake. A link to me getting this job that's fer sure.

Norm wanted to meet extra early at the office so I could work some on her book layout. Most of Jake's illustrations are done. Like 90%. Maybe more *shrugs*. I was supposed to present everything to him today but I was soooooo relieved when he leaned in the doorway of the office I use and said he wouldn't be in tomorrow (today). He said I could just meet with him on Monday and show him what I have and he'll write out a check. *jumps up and down*

I packed my bag Thursday morning with my jammies and a change of clothes for today and thought about how much I sorta hated the idea. I mean .... I see Eric pretty much everyday .... but to sleep over at his house? I didn't know how comfortable I'd be.

It was ok though. We left the office and took the train. He's a kewl guy. One of those guys who tells bad jokes but he's cute enough not for it to matter. I felt terrible because I have this stupid rash on my face. Like the lower part. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. Even now. I hope it goes away over the weekend.

So yah .... we get to his place. Nice ... small apartment. Watched a little TV before going grocery shopping. I didn't even see the need for it. I wasn't spending like a week or anything. Just the night.

I forgot to pack my toothbrush so that and some Trident gum were about the only things I threw in that cart.

He had some meeting so he left soon after we got back to the apartment. I watched TV while I finished up some of the drawings I worked on earlier at the office.

Phone rang.

"Hello?"

"H..el..loo..I'm sorry ... I must've dialed the wrong number."

"Are you trying to get Eric Hislastname?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry ..... he's not here right now. D'you wanna leave a message?"

"I'm sorry .... who IS this?"

"Angel."

"Are you cleaning his apartment?"

*gasps*

"Um ... noo. I'm staying here for the night."

"This is his girlfriend."

*eeeep!*

"I WORK with Eric."

"Oh ... are you the young lady who .... (whatever)?"

*eyes flare*

"Noooo! I'm the GUY doing the illustrations for Jake's new book!"

"Ooooooh! I'm sorry *giggle* Oooooh! Angel!! I thought you said Gyselle! *giggles* I'm sorry. How are you? Heard you had the chicken pox."

(WHAT THE!!! Did they tell EVERYBODY??!!!)

"Yaaah but I'm fine now."

She was sooooo relieved by now. Her voice was all choppy before. Spaces between her words while she figured out why some *rolls eyes* ... girl .... was at her boyfriend's apartment. Now she was fine. She invited me to dinner. Told me just to tell Eric to call her when he gets in. That sorta thing. She seemed pretty nice. Even if she thought I was a girl. I'll let her off for a first-time offense.

He got back like 2.6 seconds after I hung up.

After watching "Surprise Wedding" on Fox .... boy they're running out of ideas for shows ..... and chatting on the phone ... Eric fell asleep. I finished up my drawings and watched some Leno before going myself.

He snores.

I heard him getting ready for work this morning but I refused to even open my eyes since I didn't sense sunlight.

I got up around 7:30. On my own *gasp*. Without my alarm. I think my whole body was in shock over that fact.

I had some cereal. SHOWERED. A good long one. No one was waiting for me to get out.

Normie called and I left to meet her halfway.

I got a lot done at the office. The layout for her book's pretty much duh-un. And Jake's illustrations. I can't wait till I scan the last one and sing the Halleujah chorus. It'll be such a relief when its all done aaaand I'll have money. Aaaand closer to getting my own place. Normie agrees that I do that as soon as possible. She also insists that we have to work faster on my worker's visa. I don't even have a Social Security number yet. I can't get one because I can't work in the country yet. Therefore ... I NEEEEEED my worker's visa ASAP. Getting one shouldn't be a problem. The companies would show that they need me ... cuz of my special talent. Plate-spinning while juggling and making an omlette *silly grin*. Then .... there's the whole me being an artist thing. I love saying that. I'm an aaaarteeest! *looks in the mirror, draws on a moustache and speaks in a fake French accent*

I have to meet Normie at the office on Sunday. This time we're dressing warmer ... remembering the fact that there's no heat on the weekend. That rules out my plan to go see some of the marathon. Although ... if I finish in time I'll go anyway. Tired of not going anywhere dammit hehehe.