obliviousally_lj

Quiddgy is sick. He's got a bloated belly, but it doesn't feel like tumors. We're worried it might be ~~megacolon~~ congestive heart failure and there's not a lot -I- can do about it until payday when I can take him to the vet. He looks absolutely misersable and has just been laying around, hiding and sleeping. And he hasn't even been in the hammock. And he LOVES the hammock.

So, there goes a good chunk of my check, which is already going to be small. :/

I'm also pretty certain I'm not going to be able to swing the apartment above the comic store, if it's offered to us. Lame, lame, lame. I mean, I'm sure Greg would be okay with my paying him at the end of the month, but I still don't know. I'd hate to tell him we can do it and then...we can't. It just looks bad. :/

OH WHAT THE HOLY FUCK IT'S SNOWING WHAT THE HELL

I shouldn't be so shocked, but I am. After a winter in Washington and the amazing lack of snow, I was spoiled and now I'm bitter about it.

Barely even got an autumn, either. Fuck you, Ohio.