Why do fools fall in love?

No real entry in some time, once again.

Still dealing with depression. Started school. One class seems terrible so far (it’s an intro class, so that’s rather what I expect) and another seems… interesting (theory class). Haven’t been to the addictions counseling class yet, that’s tomorrow (the prof had a ACA meeting that evening so no wed night class last week). At least one of my texts is tolerable, and I am hoping to be able to balance the thus-far INSANE amount of writing I’ll have to do. If I pursue a doctorate, it will NOT be at this school. That’s pretty much been decided.

Magnum… I’m concerned. He pulled out his feeding tube at the end of December. I can’t afford to have a new one put in so we’re on our own as far as getting him to eat and take meds. He’s pretty good about the eating part lately. Over the past several months he’d randomly refuse to eat certain brands or types of food all of a sudden (starting with the Rx food), and we’d be scrambling to find him a new kind of wet-food that he’d want. The worst part is he’d cry and cry for wet food, and then refuse the only kind we had. Then we’d have to tube him, and he’d give us these looks like we were betraying him in the worst way. Now we have no tube option, but he’s been pretty good with eating Friskies Prime Filet cans for about 2 weeks now. Let’s hope that continues. But between his food and the meds it’s putting us in the poorhouse.  I’ve already sold a ring I got for my birthday three years ago. We don’t mind, but we don’t have a lot to sell. His meds are around 200 per month now (1 was switched; the steroid). It’s totally worth it to have my kitty curling with us on the sofa or in bed, and meowing at the window when I come home from work or school. I dread the day I wake up or return home and it’s silent. Tyler has started drawing up plans to make him a special kitty coffin. I can’t bear the idea of cremating him.

Work is crazy. Kelly left to start nursing school, so I am helping cover central brevard as well as north brevard. Extra work, always always. My supervisor and I are still, as always, at ends. But I’ve been getting some crapppy interaction with the other Sup, so I’m okay where I am. Unfortunately our offices will be moving to HGR (the residential facility where I used to work) so that’ll tack on another 20 minutes to my school commute, and the drive to my field (which is already ridiculous). I know it’ll save the company money on rent, but seriously… I just see it as one of many steps backwards we’re having to take due to the economy.

Tyler’s okay. Looking for another job because money rules everything. He started taking some classes too in an effort to get an edge on the competition. I’m pretty proud of him for that. He’s been considering doing some furniture making on the side, which would be excellent if there’s a market for it. He has done some amazing work (including my christmas present of course). He can’t afford the Rx for his head-meds because he doesn’t get insurance at his job so that’s a downer. Already seeing the side effects of that one. But he’s trying, and that’s all anyone could or should ask of a man. He is, in fact, trying very hard.

Tired of updating. Maybe more later.