Oi. Let's see... School's out... I ought to be taking summer classes, but screw that- I want a summer, dangit. Holding down a job (even just 28 hrs) and going to school part-time sucks. I do not look forward to starting it again this fall. Of course, I like the idea of staying in my dead-end job even less. So to school go I.

(To those who may have read *slyeagle's journal I apologize for being selectively repetitive.)

May's been a rough month... both for me and my apartment-mates, *slyeagle and ~Vriaeliss. They were out of town for a wedding when I woke up one morning to find the cat (their cat) nearly passed out in the bath tub. Called the vet, mentioned he hadn't urinated in nearly two days (it was a crazy two days, but we've all been kicking ourselves for not putting two and two together sooner) and was told to bring him in. NOW. Called the boss, told him I'd be late and that I'd call him when I knew more. Rushed cat to vet. Blocked urethra resulted in a bladder the size of an orange and urine backed up to his kidneys to the point where they shut down. He was just about going into shock by the time I got him to the vet. You know something is seriously wrong when they don't struggle when you put them in the carrier.
I then spent a frantic 45 minutes at home trying to find a number I could reach Sly and Vriaeliss at. I called everyone I thought might have it, got none of them and when my mom finally called my back I was 2 inches shy of hitting things. She then pointed out that we had caller id, and I could find the number that way- this pushed me over those 2 inches. ...I later found out that the number was also tucked away on a paper taped near the phone. This is probably an indication of how worked up I was. Got to work 3 hours late, worried myself sick over the cat, eventually got to go home and found one of Sly's rats had a red blobby thing coming out of the vaginal orifice. Called the vet, made an appointment for her and segregated her from her cagemate. Spent the rest of the week in a state of relative misery.

In the end, the rat probably has abnormal growths and is currently staying in the small cage in my room. The cat has had a perineal urethrostomy... which translates to: "neuter-neutered cat." He's currently back at home leaking urine and confined to bathroom or laundry room until he stops. I was the one who paid the down-payment for his surgery, as the only other option was putting him down, or spend even more taking him to the vet every other day to unblock his urethra because his bladder has calcifications (which isn't even an option), because money is insanely tight for Sly and Vriaeliss. Sure, he's their cat, but I've known him since he was a kitten, too- and spent quite a few hours with him curled up in my tail or sleeping under my armpit when he was little. (great memories, yeah?) I will be thankful that Bannock (my pet lizard) appears to be well.

Thankfully I'm not traveling 110 miles 4 days out of 7 to get to class for the next few months, so I save money on gas. This money then goes towards the usual- rent, food, bills, cat, car, meds, karate and fencing (no, those last 2 aren't optional). And then it goes towards Connecticon at the end of July. Table and gas and parking. Oh, and restocking on prints. Oh, and making new art to sell. ....wait, that's just time....which is just about as important as the money.

C'est la vie?
On the up-side I've actually started drawing again.
And I got to play Half-Life 2 Episodes 1 and 2. Then I cried because the third won't be out until next year more than likely.