I went down to New England Photo this afternoon and learned that zarthon's assessment of how much my camera will cost to repair was much more accurate than mine, and unfortunately the cost of getting my camera fixed is well over what I can afford to spend. On faith that it will be fixed, I bought the new lens cap I've been needing.

I'm going to see if I can repair the problem myself without taking the camera apart. There is at least a chance that I might be able to get it working and the risk of breaking the camera further is relatively low as long as I don't actually pry it open. Christian suggested swabbing the prongs in the battery case with alcohol. If that doesn't work, I'm going to attempt ti gently but firmly reposition the prongs. I have a few other ideas up my sleeve, but if none of that works I'll have to reassess my options.

i want to feel the blade against my skin
i want to see my blood
i want to feel the pain as i pour alcohol over my wounds
they get a much nicer shade of red that way
i want take pills and pills
and more pills until i sleep forever
i just want this all to stop
i want it all to be over
i don't care anymore
but tonight
tonight i will get drunk
and yes i'm going to be getting drunk to be self-destructive
i don't care
anything is better than my head
switching channels
constant screaming
i can't shut it out
i can't do this much longer

Shirley gave the left arm about 4 or 5 good slashes. I think mostly because she wanted to somehow get back at the asshole therapists that won't see us. I don't think it will really do any good, but I didn't try to stop her either. In fact, I went ahead and poured the rubbing alcohol on the cuts to make them hurt more. If it's going to be done, it might as well be done all the way. I have to admit, I do feel better with the pain. Yay, Shirley!