Losing the house. Losing everything. The landlord is threatening to pay to have us beat up if he doesn't get his money. THAT'S the kind of guy he is. Also he's a rapist. Wish someone had told us before we signed a lease.

Long story short: if your commission with me has a deadline, a convention or something, you might want to contact me about getting a refund because Christ knows when I'm going to be able to work on things. I was supposed to have Thursday and today free to totally blitz through the commission list, but no. Speaking to police, housing agents, comforting crying siblings. I just... argh.
Anybody who wants a refund can probably have one on the 29th when I have the money to actually give you.

Stupidly, Fox-Pony-OC is almost finished. Just a mane and bag. The chibi ponies will come along quickly if I can just have a day to work in them. But when is that day coming??

I refunded the person who was contacting me daily because they got nasty and, well, go away. Dunno what to do with the half finished Applejack, but hey.

I need to apologise to everyone who commented on my previous journal and never got a fucking reply because I simply can't find the words to say to anyone which is not to mention really bad to everyone who took the time out of their day to post really long comments and I can't even reply. I type replies out and end up not sending because everything feels like a big stupid mess.

TL: DR, soon to be homeless, possibly beaten up, no money or references for anywhere else to live. Whoop.

If the worst comes to the worst, everyone will get their money back, I promise