First of all, I want to apologize for not posting anything in so long, and now just have depressing news: Last night, my leopard gecko, Raptr, passed on in my hands. She was 13+, and I've had her for the last nine years. She went out warm, loved, and held.
Out of everything in my life I have prepared myself to lose, out of every paranoid thing my brain tells me to panic over... my little Raptr dying was not something I had ever prepared for.
I had even gotten a new cricket colony, just for her, the day before.
I thought she was okay.
She'd had difficulty shedding, so I wrapped her warm moist paper towels and placed her in a container before lightly scrubbing the skin with a damp. I was away for the past week, and when I returned, I found that at some point during that week, her heating lamp had burnt out.
I don't know if I'll be okay.
I blame myself for her passing.
I'm burrying her today.

More news, water heater is still out, after it broke down the day after Thanksgiving last year, now it's leaking and needs replaced. I won't replace it anymore, as I have replaced it and internal parts multiple times just for temporary solutions.
Car still broke down, but we have a replacement.
Back to working full time at my job to make ends meet.
I also turned 27 on the 17th of February. Didn't do anything, but that was a relaxing day.

Thank you for reading.