It is going from bad to worse for Bartleby.

We went to the hospital yesterday to deal with the nose issue and we'll have to go back tomorrow due to a completely bizarre new issue.

Honestly, I'm losing my mind. I can't figure out how all this seemingly random stuff is related.

Today, going down the stairs, I noticed a blood spot in a place other than his usual blood spot on his backside. It seems a brand new hole has just spontaneously opened up on his haunch.

When I came home there was a huge blood stain on the carpet.

I just don't know.

I suspect that the surgery I have been trying to put off for the last few years will be required now...but how soon after one surgery is it safe to do it again?

I have been going to all my friends, begging for financial help. Pride is no longer my friend. I'm thinking of things I can sell and feel like I should wear a tshirt that says, "Will solve problems for surgery."

All the petty issues in my life has gone by the wayside. Nothing else matters now.

Please keep the ~ma coming and I'd gratefully receive any prayers available.

Bartleby is everything to me.

Hubs is home from the hospital. Thanks to all for the ~ma.

I have a new article up at Hilobrow on early sixties horror movies just in time for Halloween.

Many, many thanks you wonderful people.

The 'Surgery Fairie Fund', and some generous individuals, have gotten us to 10% prepared already.

Thank you so, so much.

I've been squeeing about it in Bitches, but...I got a freelance copyeditor position offer at Carina Press, the digital branch of Harlequin Books, this afternoon, and am absolutely, geekily, bookily ecstatic!

A funny thing happened on the way to sleep last night. Daniel came upstairs after I had already gone to bed, and said, "Andi, we have have wonderful friends!" - a sentiment with which I wholeheartedly concur. It is a lovely thing to have wandering around in one's head while entering dreamland. Your gift to us is going to be a big help, and I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking of how to express the depths of our gratitude. Guess I will stick to the classics:

Thank you all so very much.

How can I follow that? "What she said," for one.

We are humbled by the gift, and always thankful for the Buffistas.

Hi everyone. I've been out of contact this last week because I had a breakdown and checked myself into a facility to get some help, and I've been staying at my parents' (no internet connection) the last couple of days. I'm hoping that I'll continue to improve with treatment, get a handle on the depression, and learn to cope better with stress.

The next installment on my series on early sixties movie horror is up at Hilobrow now.

In this one I talk about The Haunting (1963), Val Lewton, Italo Calvino, and quote that cock-teasing bastard, Sir Walter Scott:

"The imagination of the reader is to be excited if possible, without being gratified."

So this is part of what I spent my weekend doing. This is the smooth scholarship competition in my division (Bronze) where I took 1st place.

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