The State of the Union

One of these days I'm going to write a blog post with good news. Today is not that day.

I'm going to be honest with you guys: I don't know when I'll next be able to update. This morning I found out that something I've been dreading for several years is going to be happening a lot faster than I expected. I'm going to have to find somewhere to live a lot earlier than I expected.

Currently, I live with my parents. I do this because my parents live very close to my university and because I tried living in the dormitories for a year. The end result was that I became quite ill from the close quarters and stress, and to this day I've not completely recovered. My health was never very good to begin with, but living in a dorm exacerbated it to the point where, when I came home that summer, I almost had to be hospitalized. So I moved home. I've known that my parents would be moving eventually, and that I was going to have to find somewhere else to live. I just didn't expect it to be until next year at the earliest.

This morning, a realtor came to my house and told my parents that if they want to get a good deal on selling their house they would have to get most of the stuff out of it by Christmas in order to sell it. Which doesn't bode well for me. I have nowhere else to live, but the realtor was very clear that they would need to clear out "any evidence that another adult lives here if you want to sell the house- people don't want to live in a house that's had multiple tenants." I should have told her, bitch, I'm not a tenant, I've lived in this damn house for 14 years now. It's my fucking house! I grew up here!

So, I don't know what's going to happen. If it turns out I have to move, then I likely will not have the time to get much writing at all done. Even if I don't have to move right away I'm really upset and not feeling up to really doing much at all except getting blackout drunk. I don't know how I'm going to finish the semester now with this hanging over my head. I need to keep my grades up, but this really just sucked all the energy out of me. I just want to curl up, drink, eat the hell out of something really unhealthy, and cry. I'm not in the mood to write something goofy like Grandfather's Coming For A Visit. I tried to work on the next chapter today a bit, and I just couldn't.

I completely understand if you want to unsubscribe from me, or my stories, because I honestly can't say when I'll update next. Hopefully this is just a temporary thing and I'll figure something out soon, but I just... don't have any energy left. One two-hour meeting and it's like I've been punched in the stomach. With any luck it will pass quickly, and I'll have the next chapter of Loki's misadventures in Equestria out ASAP. But I just really don't know.

Kaboom out.