Most downs this week, sadly.

Our rat monster, Quidditch, has come down with SOMETHING. He's bloated, lethargic and I haven't seen him eat. He's been dragging himself around his cage in an absolutely miserable manner.

I'm REALLY worried it's something serious because rats LOSE weight when they get sick, not GAIN. Gaining is a sign of something bad. I'm about 80% sure it's not a tumor. Doesn't feel like one. He's just...bloated. And it happened almost overnight.

I'm borrowing money from a friend to get him to the vet today, because payday isn't until Friday. I'm also hoping this doesn't cost me and arm and a leg because I just can't afford it right now. I'll be lucky if my paycheck clears $200 this time around.

Part of me wants to pimp out more commissions, but that's ALL I've been doing, it seems. And I don't want my queue to get TOO full or I'll dread getting around to it.

Ugh. Lame, lame, lame. And I'm, like, SUPER EMOTIONAL right now because it's THAT time so all I've been doing is crying over tiny (and big) things this morning.

BAWWWWWW.

;_;