Major Crimp In My Style

The last 30 days have been a hell of a roller-coaster ride. Scratch that, it's been downhill the entire way, so I think it's more like a skeleton ride (head-first Luge). First up, Mine gets her student Visa yanked, putting her in danger of deportation and makes her illegal for the first time ever. Great. $1800 (which I don't have) later we have that one pretty much fixed and the greencard is getting processed. We'll see over the next six months if it actually works out.

Next up, my dog dies a week ago. We noticed her feeling bad on Thursday evening- didn't meet us at the door. Nothing obviously wrong, just listless. There's a spot of blood on the carpet, too, but I figured it was from Gumi (our cat) going back into heat or something. Friday morning there's blood all over- bad news. So I take her to work on Friday hoping to get her into the vet in the morning. No luck, all the vets in Morro Bay say not today. I did manage to get her into one in AG in the evenning, right before closing time. The doc (a really good guy turns out, I'd go back despite the results) tries to draw urine directly and gets blood. We take her outside to pee- pure blood. The stuff cauterizes in the collection cup! Long story short, $480 (which I still don't have) later, the tests show nothing conclusive except she needs a several thousand dollar blood transfusion just to have a chance. She died on Saturday morning, with Mine and I looking on and crying. She was maybe 8 years old, middle age for a small dog. Fate didn't get her when it took her eyes and came back to finish the job, I guess.

Now the kicker. My business partner in CWS Computing (which is what is supposed to fund the game development stuff) got hauled off to jail, and probably prison, this morning for a parole violation. His son apparently left some pot in his drawers. Now what the fuck do I do?

It sure seems like I'm also forgetting something, which I thought was the third ordeal at the time. Must have been wishful thinking.

Anyway, sorry to have to type up a bitch session, but I think the camel's personal life's back just broke.

I was going to start writing the Saturn plot tonight- hell, maybe that's just what I will do. I also let my former roomate Jason in as a writer. He's an English major and a literary snob, so he should have an idea about good writing and be a general asset. How about a writer's meeting this weekend?