To say I hate writing this goes beyond all measure.

We're not going to make it through the month. Even if my damn disability check shows up today, it's already spent. I've looked around, and the only things of any value here are family heirlooms that I'm loathe to part with. Even those wouldn't net more than a few hundred dollars if we're lucky. We need help. Things have gotten so bad that if I do go on SSDI we're selling my truck. This will kill me. Darby is the first new car I've ever owned, and losing it will be a personal failure in my mind. But it needs to be done.

So, I'm putting out the begging bowl. Anything will help. If you can give us a little aid, we're doing this through Kiri's PayPal account at purplekoosh (at) gmail (dot) com; email if you'd like a snail mail address to send a check. Or wads of non-sequential twenties in several suitcases. Or the solution to the Beale Ciphers.

Comments disabled because I feel crappy, like a complete failure as a productive adult, seriously hate my body at the moment, and am likely to take even messages of support exactly the wrong way.