I'm so tired, guys. I want to cry, but I'm honestly too tired to even bother.

I have a mountain of fabric to sort through, as my mother threw it all over the floor, and, of course, spattered my boxes of pre-sculpted teeth, WIP premades, and eye blanks, not to mention other suit stuff, in there with it.

I'm seriously considering just moving out. I already drive to school every day, so why not? I'm eighteen, and maybe my ratties and I could find a decent room.

Speaking of ratties, I took Chewy to his vet appointment today. Despite the fact that he's rasping, wheezing, and sneezing nonstop, the vet informed me that 'anything at all could be causing his condition,' and that 'it'd be best to see what progresses before considering medical treatment.' I KNOW that he's having a flareup of Myco, and all he needs is an antibiotic. So, basically, I blew $35 on being told I'm an over reactive idiot who doesn't understand 'simple, cold-like problems.' Chewy, meanwhile, back with his cagemates as I type this, is sneezing and wheezing all over the place.

In better news, I modified my rattie's cage, and filled it with cardboard goodies and new levels. I eliminated all plastic except for the level upon which the waterbottle drips, and I made them three new nests. I have happy little fellows.

All in all, it's been a stressful day. All I want is to be happy and make sure my little Chewy doesn't die from something that could be treated easily and painlessly.

I just don't know what to do.