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Feb. 22nd, 2012 07:37 am( Gaeilge )
You know, I didn't actually forget that, usually, you're sore the next day. And somehow I thought it would be worse than this. That said, ow. Although more oof than ow. Really, really tired, physically exhausted. Starting to hit brain drain, too. The point at which I cannot cope with taking in any new information without letting go of some of the old.
That said, hopefully the bank visit today will clear some of that. If we can get the paperwork done on that and get a time estimate on completion, I'll know when to start the clock between now and Friday morning. And then the inspector has an appointment open next week that's pretty close, that will fit right into everyone's schedule, and I can get that rolling too. And then we still have until mid-April to close, but sweet mother they want this closed fast. I wouldn't have so much of a problem if they weren't trying to rush me through it fast enough that I doubt my ability to get everyone else to move as fast. I mean, I want to curl up and nest in Old Hotness and fend off all comers, but really? A week? To get all the financials and inspections done? Seriously?
I suppose the relatively good thing is, even if the house does appraise for less, I suspect my family can leap in to cover the gap. I really, really don't want to have to go to them, though, and be all "Yeah, the banks are fucking me over, can I have $Canada more to cover between what it appraised for and therefore what the Horse and Cart bank will give me, and what Jackass Bank is actually selling it for?" Ugh.
Although of all the difficulties, this is... not the one I expected.
Proof that my town is wackier than yours. A local weapons/ammo manufacturer is making anti-zombie ammunition. The article says it's live, defensive-quality ammo, with such features as glow in the dark tips. I have no idea if they're selling the apparently very good crack they're smoking with the rounds, but. My god. This town be crazy, yo.
Okay, at this point I think I've gone over what I need to do today enough times in my own head that I might even remember it as it's happening. If not, I've talked about it enough here, those of you who find me in chat can smack me upside the head and remind me. After this week I am curling up over the weekend and doing nothing but immersing myself in fake people problems. TV, books, writing of my own, whatever. Fake people problems that I can solve by turning off the TV, closing the book, or closing the document. Because I am sick and tired of my real people problems/obligations already, and it's only Wednesday. ... Shit, really? When the hell did it get to be Wednesday? Dammit, time, stop passing when I'm not looking, slow down so I can catch up.

You know, I didn't actually forget that, usually, you're sore the next day. And somehow I thought it would be worse than this. That said, ow. Although more oof than ow. Really, really tired, physically exhausted. Starting to hit brain drain, too. The point at which I cannot cope with taking in any new information without letting go of some of the old.
That said, hopefully the bank visit today will clear some of that. If we can get the paperwork done on that and get a time estimate on completion, I'll know when to start the clock between now and Friday morning. And then the inspector has an appointment open next week that's pretty close, that will fit right into everyone's schedule, and I can get that rolling too. And then we still have until mid-April to close, but sweet mother they want this closed fast. I wouldn't have so much of a problem if they weren't trying to rush me through it fast enough that I doubt my ability to get everyone else to move as fast. I mean, I want to curl up and nest in Old Hotness and fend off all comers, but really? A week? To get all the financials and inspections done? Seriously?
I suppose the relatively good thing is, even if the house does appraise for less, I suspect my family can leap in to cover the gap. I really, really don't want to have to go to them, though, and be all "Yeah, the banks are fucking me over, can I have $Canada more to cover between what it appraised for and therefore what the Horse and Cart bank will give me, and what Jackass Bank is actually selling it for?" Ugh.
Although of all the difficulties, this is... not the one I expected.
Proof that my town is wackier than yours. A local weapons/ammo manufacturer is making anti-zombie ammunition. The article says it's live, defensive-quality ammo, with such features as glow in the dark tips. I have no idea if they're selling the apparently very good crack they're smoking with the rounds, but. My god. This town be crazy, yo.
Okay, at this point I think I've gone over what I need to do today enough times in my own head that I might even remember it as it's happening. If not, I've talked about it enough here, those of you who find me in chat can smack me upside the head and remind me. After this week I am curling up over the weekend and doing nothing but immersing myself in fake people problems. TV, books, writing of my own, whatever. Fake people problems that I can solve by turning off the TV, closing the book, or closing the document. Because I am sick and tired of my real people problems/obligations already, and it's only Wednesday. ... Shit, really? When the hell did it get to be Wednesday? Dammit, time, stop passing when I'm not looking, slow down so I can catch up.






