Adalia Zandra (adaliafic) wrote,
Adalia Zandra

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Authorly Update - Yellow Bottle Day

 Today was a yellow bottle day. So were the previous several days. There are two reasons why.

The first reason has to do with my scholarship. When I last posted, the big problem that had been found looked likely to resolve itself with more of a whimper than a bang and I was much relieved.

This was not to be.

Late last week I was suddenly and unexpectedly informed that everything I'd been told before was incorrect, and given no explanations or apologies for this. I was left with very few options that would allow me to keep my funding for the next two years. I in turn informed the scholarship office of this, but they're so swamped and understaffed right now I didn't get a reply until earlier this evening.

Having just learned my lesson about the squeaky wheel getting the oil, I started emailing and calling pretty much everyone involved in this whole process. I got more information from a more reliable source at the school and directly contacted my sponsors. By late this afternoon, I had informed just about everyone of just about everything and had finally gotten a preliminary response from the sponsors.

I don't know what the ultimate decision will be, but there's now a chance again that it will turn out to be a non-issue instead of a deal-breaker. If that's the case... well... if you hear incoherent screaming coming from northern NJ, that's just me losing my mind once and for all. Don't worry.

The second reason, and I'm sorry to those of you I really should've called instead of letting you find out this way, is that my cat took another turn for the worse. We decided late last week (just as the scholarship shit hit the fan) that it was time for her one-way trip to the vet. So we had all weekend to agonize over the decision and confuse the hell out of the cat by paying so much attention to her and giving her so many treats.

Sassafrass was getting old, her diabetes just wasn't responding very well to treatment, her hind legs were showing pronounced signs of painful nerve damage, and her bladder control was worse than the Doctor's control of his TARDIS. It was time. I'm sad and I'll miss her, but it was time.

Mom and Dad took her in at 4pm, while I sat in front of my computer and phone waiting for something, anything to happen in terms of my scholarship.

Here she is, chargin' her lasers atop Mom's desk one last time.

I'll miss you, stinky-butt.

I haven't been reading or writing or watching anything lately. I try, but thirty seconds later my attention is gone and I can't sit still and I give up. Maybe when I know something solid about the scholarship mess it'll be easier. I would love to sign up for Support Stacie again, but realistically I don't know if it's such a good idea for me right now.

I just... ::incoherent stressed-out gibbering::... it's been a yellow bottle day.

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