For whom the bell tolls

The day is about to start and Christ almighty God I wish I could adequately describe to you the pit in my stomach right now. To be on the trembling verge of losing almost everything I have that keeps me debatably sane is near to panic inducing. I know that would accomplish nothing and only make the situation worse, but situations like these speak directly to the hindbrain and care not one whit for logic. My already cruddy health has gone right down the spiral thanks to the stress and lack of sleep caused by all this, and believe me you do not want to know the details. So far I've gotten four replies, no signal boost that I know of, and one donation which I am immensely grateful for. But I need help, folks, and that's no lie. For a post that explains the situation, go here. If my weekend shows have ever meant anything to you or my thin in the water attempts at humor and homespun discourse have amused you or intrigued you at all, please help. But please, for the love of all that's sacred and true, at least boost the signal on that original post. I literally have nowhere else to turn except you folks.

Oh, holy God..

I just talked to our lawyer. They want 3449 by tomorrow morning or out we go. I can't think. I can't process this, and God help me I've got to call Ranada and tell her and I think I may need to explode when I do.