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( Gaeilge )

Still so-so-so pissed about the boiler thing. On the other other hand, I'm going to call up the inspector today and see if it's reasonable to do a two-part inspection or if I should just tell him, no, sorry, I'll try this again when the bank gets their head out of their ass. On the plus side... I may have mentioned this before but last night's frothing rage was considerable. On the plus side, they're getting in bids for the work now which indicates to me that they plan to replace the boiler. Which is good because while I can accept and cope with the cost of repairing the leak in the bathroom ceiling, I do not want to have to fucking replace the goddamn boiler because they didn't fucking check the heat beforehand like they said they were going to. Or possibly like the listing agent said they were going to, which makes me want to smack him for not being sure of his facts.

Deep breaths. Calming down, forming a battle plan. Our Realty Lady asked last night and we discussed it a bit, whether or not we want to look at other houses. The problem is we are never going to find anything so awesome as this house; quite aside from the historical value for the size of the house and the price we're paying it is a steal. The other option, though, is getting a renovation loan for New and Busted, which might not be a bad plan either. Same-ish square footage, more recent construction, different kind of work needed entirely. I don't know. But Bri doesn't think we need to, and while I don't want to... I also don't think this is going to be something that's going to prevent us from getting the house. It's just fucking annoying. If the inspection turns up something completely new, that might prevent us from getting the house. But we won't know until they let me get the inspector in the fucking house to begin with.

I said I was going to stop abusing italics. I lied.

I'm so tired of house shit sapping my energy. At least I've done most of the things I need to do today regarding that. I just need to call the inspector and scan in the letter of explanation as to why I suddenly had a chunk of money deposited into my account. "Family members gave me monies for house" should be common enough that I don't think I need to go into much detail, but I ended up being uberformal anyway.

If I'm very very lucky, today will go well, I will have cope not to chew everyone's heads off, and I will get some writing and writing-related things done as well as all my languages. If today goes somewhere around the state of the last couple days, between the randomass credit card and the randomass boiler cock-up, I may declare the rest of the week Horsies Forever. There is only so much shit I can cope with at once, and writing vs house shit seems to be it. Maybe Horsies forever will become knitting and Arabic writing forever, though, because calligraphy is actually kind of fun.

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( Deutsch )

Tired, brain dead, but I think everyone who needed to be contacted about the house has been contacted. And there will be no goddamn writing tonight, tonight is for wrangling more web page stuff, the leviathan, and spreadsheets. Things that require a whole different section of my brain. Tomorrow there will be writing. Tonight there will be tumbling at best.

I am so sick of this whole house buying thing. I'm sick of being sick of it. I'm sick of it being this much of a hassle; it'd be one thing if it was fill out this form in triplicate, take it here, have it notarized, take it there, get copies of this, wait seven days for people to mail things to you, do it all over again. That feels more like an unavoidable hassle at least. This? This is a hassle that could have been avoided if they'd thought to goddamn address it way back when. I am so infuriated with the selling bank for that. At least my inspector sounds really enthusiastic about the house for, heh, the same reasons I was. "Ooho history!" So. Now I'll just let him know, again, and we'll all hope for third time lucky.

Tomorrow, assuming there's no huge orders coming in, all the filing ever. There's definitely nothing coming in by UPS, anyway, so that ought to be fine. And maybe in with the filing I can get some other work done and maybe, slowly, pull my brains back into my skull where they should be.

Oh, and while practicing my Arabic at work because I said 'FUCK IT, CALLIGRAPHY FOREVER'? I've come to the realization that I actually memorize letters better when they're in the context of a word. Go figure. Now I know, though.