Ok. LOOOOOOONG update. I'll begin by saying that YES, I still love Caleb. YES, I still love Kadin. YES, I still love Nick. YES, Slash and I are still talking, Grr is doing fairly well, my mother is as psychotic as ever, my sister is going to an Adventist college, my cousin (the cute one) is looking as tasty as ever... *sigh*

I need to have a talk with Deb - Cal's mother, for those of you who have forgotten - about where and when Kadin will be staying. See, Grr is willing to keep him for three days out of every week for a couple weeks. If Deb takes him for three days (or rather, if she lets Caleb and I have him over, NOT a hardship considering how many guests SHE has over) then that leaves only one day. *another sigh* One day. One night. Dammit, I need to take better care of him, but I've no place to PUT him!

So there's that.

Now we tack on the doctor's new orders... this is a doctor my mother took me to. And she had to buy pants... but that's another story all together. So anyway, I'm back on ultraclear. Nasty powderstuff that gets mixed with fruit or other crap - it doesn't improve the taste any. Still tastes like nasty goop... vanilla and chalk and dogshit, only... worse. *shudder* I am NOT happy. And I have to go in for bloodwork. Needles. ICK.

I am trying to block it out of my mind, which is bad, because I need to go do it. Gack. At least my mother is paying for all this - see, I also need to re-submit my OHP forms, and FAST. Before something else goes wrong.

Speaking of 'going wrong'... yes, we're still having a hard time with paperwork. Not that we even HAVE it... we've been trying to get in touch with live people. No go. Just machines. EVIL machines.

So. More fighting. Much more fighting. I need to hire an immigration lawyer or something, but that is even more money I don't have.

Speaking of which... my Shame Of The Day: I missed class. Missed TEACHING class. The troubleshooting one, the hard one, the one that I know nothing about and can't really help with but should have been there anyway for moral support for Caleb and because well, they think I'm supposed to be there, and besides, I had his car. *takes a breath* So I am feeling guilty as all hell, and actually DESERVE to feel guilty this time. I fucked up.

Caleb forgave me, conditionally - I am NOT to do it again. Which is good and fair.

And dammit, I miss the kitten already... I left him at Vicki's house and want him HERE. But it's nice having quiet, too. The boy is talkative, noisy... he hums, he sings, he clicks, he talks, he chatters away... a regular Kiki. If you don't get the reference, go read the comic strip. Start at the beginning. TRUST ME ON THIS ONE.

In Other News... erm. 'Scuse.

.......ok. Back. The nasty thing about those shakes, the powder-and-fruit ones? They do HORRIBLE things to my colon and my digestive tract in general.

And now the estimate is still dead-by-thirty... but only if I do NOT follow my dietary guidelines and take my meds. YAY! I don't want to be dead in eight years. I haven't had enough years yet with my boys.

My boys. *purrring*

Now if only Nick were back down here.... eh. Gah. Other noises. I am NOT going to get depressed tonight.

I think I'll stop writing for the moment... but please, keep in mind, this is the first time online for me in how long? 40+ emails in my mailbox. ICQ messages up the yin-yang. The last time I was online I updated here and that was about IT.

I am a tired Jax.