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So Many Problems
Apr. 20th, 2025 12:03 pmGeorgian Pines Tattoo in Barrie is doing a FB giveaway of an entire-day session (7 hours) with their premier artist, the same one who fixed my Velociraptor tattoo, so I entered because YES PLEASE? I could possibly get my Therizinosaurus AND my Dracorex Hogwartzia done (or at least half-done) in one day. Basically my whole forearm. For free. But I mean, I'm not ACTUALLY expecting to WIN, it's just a shot in the dark really. I'm not even sure I DID THE ENTRY RIGHT tbh, I hate how weird and arbitrary these giveaway things are. But I also figured WHY NOT? I can at least take a chance, right? The worst that happens is I'm still stuck right there I have been the last two years, wanting tattoos I can't pay for. *shrug*
Other than that...
I'm going to try doing one of the litter boxes tonight and see how it goes. I'm not EXPECTING it to go very well, but Mom has been doing the boxes in the basement for me for almost two weeks now and she can't keep doing them forever, right? So, the least I can do is try for her, though she needs to be there to take over with the second box (and possibly with the first one, too, if it all goes pear-shaped.)
I've posted about Sickpocalypse2k25 and broken ribs a couple times on FB and Dad seems to be very pointedly ignoring me. He hasn't even FB MESSAGED ME, never mind called to check up on me, and the few messages I'VE left HIM (mostly about movies), he's completely ignored. It's not like him, and I'm starting to get concerned that something's wrong on HIS end and he just doesn't want me to know about it. Something with the property or with Lois' kids or whatever...
I'm very concerned about having enough money to take Juna in for his vet appointment in July. If everything goes well I should be able to put $300 on my credit card per month (May/June/July) and be okay, but that's assuming Capital One clears enough money to pay for the vet and I don't have to use any in the meantime. My last Carbon Tax Rebate is coming in on the 22nd of this month, and I have no idea how much it is, but I can only hope it's at least enough to pay H&R Block to file my taxes, even though I'm still dubious about the nature of the RESULT OF MY TAX RETURN this year. I feel like later this year I'm going to get $500 or $600 back the same as I did last year because my taxes were done incorrectly. But if and when that happens isn't a given, so. Yeah. Last year it was in December.
Anyway, ideally my last CTR will also have enough in it to pay back Mom some of what I owe her from this month and buy the things in my Amazon Cart, but I feel like that's probably pushing it. I hate that I can't work anymore; I'm physically and mentally incapable of it, especially in the types of jobs that I qualify for (low-ladder customer service, basically) because I really need the money. Even working part time at McD's was IMMENSELY HELPFUL and I've STRUGGLED GREATLY since I had to quit.
Then there's the whole thing where I need to figure out a way to move and store my belongings from my Aunt and Uncle's place, because God forbid I should use their fucking SHED that they're NOT EVEN USING RIGHT NOW, and if I don't get my stuff out by a year from now they're literally going to throw it in the dump and CHARGE ME $100/LOAD TO DO IT. Like, FUCK, man.
So, yeah, I have to figure out the freaking money for that, but that's not going to happen, so it's goodbye to my furniture, my books, my collectibles, the things with sentimental value that I've owned for decades. How could they do this to me. I don't understand AT ALL. I need to talk to Mom about talking to them because I asked her to like over a month ago and she agreed, but so far hasn't done anything and it feels like my time is running out already.
Anyway, money problems, yes.
That aside...
I needed a break from Endling today, since I JUST finished it yesterday, and I have like two weeks before I have to post it (more than two weeks, since I'm technically ditching my update schedule), so I didn't work on editing it today and worked on writing Supply And Demand instead. I got a few pages written before I needed to break for food and then I did some BMR Bluesky prep and now I'm writing this journal entry. After this I'm going to have a nap. But it's funny that the first thing I did after deciding to abandon my update schedule was finish the next fic and start working on the one after that. My ADHD, I guess.
Oh, and last night I dug out my other Horror High et al binder because basically the 3" binder isn't cutting it anymore and I need another one. The old 2" binder will be helpful for now, but at the end of the month I'm going to buy two more white 3" binders, one for Horror High et al and one for Storm Season et al because HELP ME 3" WHITE BINDERS YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE.
Also, I think Mom is going to let me put another set of shelves in the room that was formerly-Jessie's, so that will be helpful for storing binders as well. Just. So many binders. Like the "Bet MGM Casino" commercial only with "binders" instead of "jackpots" it's actually ridiculous. :D;;
Other than that...
I'm going to try doing one of the litter boxes tonight and see how it goes. I'm not EXPECTING it to go very well, but Mom has been doing the boxes in the basement for me for almost two weeks now and she can't keep doing them forever, right? So, the least I can do is try for her, though she needs to be there to take over with the second box (and possibly with the first one, too, if it all goes pear-shaped.)
I've posted about Sickpocalypse2k25 and broken ribs a couple times on FB and Dad seems to be very pointedly ignoring me. He hasn't even FB MESSAGED ME, never mind called to check up on me, and the few messages I'VE left HIM (mostly about movies), he's completely ignored. It's not like him, and I'm starting to get concerned that something's wrong on HIS end and he just doesn't want me to know about it. Something with the property or with Lois' kids or whatever...
I'm very concerned about having enough money to take Juna in for his vet appointment in July. If everything goes well I should be able to put $300 on my credit card per month (May/June/July) and be okay, but that's assuming Capital One clears enough money to pay for the vet and I don't have to use any in the meantime. My last Carbon Tax Rebate is coming in on the 22nd of this month, and I have no idea how much it is, but I can only hope it's at least enough to pay H&R Block to file my taxes, even though I'm still dubious about the nature of the RESULT OF MY TAX RETURN this year. I feel like later this year I'm going to get $500 or $600 back the same as I did last year because my taxes were done incorrectly. But if and when that happens isn't a given, so. Yeah. Last year it was in December.
Anyway, ideally my last CTR will also have enough in it to pay back Mom some of what I owe her from this month and buy the things in my Amazon Cart, but I feel like that's probably pushing it. I hate that I can't work anymore; I'm physically and mentally incapable of it, especially in the types of jobs that I qualify for (low-ladder customer service, basically) because I really need the money. Even working part time at McD's was IMMENSELY HELPFUL and I've STRUGGLED GREATLY since I had to quit.
Then there's the whole thing where I need to figure out a way to move and store my belongings from my Aunt and Uncle's place, because God forbid I should use their fucking SHED that they're NOT EVEN USING RIGHT NOW, and if I don't get my stuff out by a year from now they're literally going to throw it in the dump and CHARGE ME $100/LOAD TO DO IT. Like, FUCK, man.
So, yeah, I have to figure out the freaking money for that, but that's not going to happen, so it's goodbye to my furniture, my books, my collectibles, the things with sentimental value that I've owned for decades. How could they do this to me. I don't understand AT ALL. I need to talk to Mom about talking to them because I asked her to like over a month ago and she agreed, but so far hasn't done anything and it feels like my time is running out already.
Anyway, money problems, yes.
That aside...
I needed a break from Endling today, since I JUST finished it yesterday, and I have like two weeks before I have to post it (more than two weeks, since I'm technically ditching my update schedule), so I didn't work on editing it today and worked on writing Supply And Demand instead. I got a few pages written before I needed to break for food and then I did some BMR Bluesky prep and now I'm writing this journal entry. After this I'm going to have a nap. But it's funny that the first thing I did after deciding to abandon my update schedule was finish the next fic and start working on the one after that. My ADHD, I guess.
Oh, and last night I dug out my other Horror High et al binder because basically the 3" binder isn't cutting it anymore and I need another one. The old 2" binder will be helpful for now, but at the end of the month I'm going to buy two more white 3" binders, one for Horror High et al and one for Storm Season et al because HELP ME 3" WHITE BINDERS YOU'RE MY ONLY HOPE.
Also, I think Mom is going to let me put another set of shelves in the room that was formerly-Jessie's, so that will be helpful for storing binders as well. Just. So many binders. Like the "Bet MGM Casino" commercial only with "binders" instead of "jackpots" it's actually ridiculous. :D;;
