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Okay, so, um. That was odd. Not bad, but odd. I sent an email back to Mortgage Lady 2 saying "Okay, to recap, you need a TPS report, a ShowMe form, a copy of this that an the other" in slightly more coherent layout than she'd sent it to me. And I CC'd Realty Lady on it, and Mortgage Lady 1. And then Realty Lady starts in this whole chain of emails that they all send each other, with me CC'd in, and I'm watching this correspondence fly back and forth with attachments and forms and going "Uh. Okay? Let me know if you need me to sign, scan, and send anything!" I mean, I love it! I love that this is all working pretty smoothly without me having to logistick anything, but it's still a bit odd to watch.

On the other hand I just emailed for a status report and am told there is another issue with the property and now I may scream. What part of as is do you not understand? This is why I got a fucking inspector in, to be sure that all the issues with the goddamn property were ones we can deal with, can we get this fucking over with already?

Chewed through the Grimm cast finale interviews today, in which there were some interesting tidbits spoken of that make me think all kinds of thinky things for the season finale. Two and a half days, jeez. So many things I want to know, and only a couple things I'm likely to actually find out. I should also finally decide if I want to sit down and watch the last four episodes of Once Upon A Time or if the bad writing will have me frothing rage too much to appreciate the pretty and Robert Carlyle.

And in case anyone wants to know, apparently this tells me that: Jag is a member of The Avengers and married to Iron Man and is a/an Asgardian

Someone give me something good, this is rapidly turning into a week of suck and hell.

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... there was going to be a pile of bitching here about the house buying shit but, really, I don't know anything solid yet and getting tweeted at by Jackie Earle Haley with truly horrible puns makes everything better. I love you, Jackie. Never change.

Ahem. Okay, so, yeah. There's supposedly some things that will cause yet more delays with the appraisal and thus the house buying, but the appraiser says that the house is "habitable though it needs some serious TLC" is the toned down from techspeak version. So I don't know what that means in terms of whether or not the appraiser will sign off on everything, or if they're just saying "Um, dude, this house needs some serious TLC, are they sure about this?" After all these goddamn delays I am about ready to scream at the slightest hint that something might be snagging again. I'm trying to be rational but, people. Please. If I have to submit a detailed report and timeline saying that I will repair the fucking thing and this is my schedule for doing it and this is my estimate of costs and this is the breakdown of every goddamn repair, I will do it. Do not test me.

I might declare for fuck everything takeout tonight. No, I shouldn't, I'll probably end up making, ooh, sweet and sour chicken. That's healthy comfort food. God it's tempting, though. I am so fucking sick of all these delays I'm starting to sound like the fucking McManus brothers. Or a character in fucking Deadwood. (That should be the actual town name, Fucking Deadwood.)

Maybe my journal should start having one of those warnings. "Warning: I say 'fuck' a lot." I suppose I could always change it to 'frak.'

Right. No takeout, going home, doing the thing where I have good, healthy comfort food for a change. Lots of protein, some sugar, some rice. And then writing all the things I'm in the middle of, and more rewriting of BigBang Mixups, and things and stuff. No point in freaking out until I know for sure there's something to freak out about. And calling Mom, because Mom is usually able to make everything better, and in this case she's doing a good job. Except I called her in the middle of both our workdays. Oops.

It's my birthday on Saturday. Can I PLEASE have my house for my birthday? Pretty please? It's not even that it's unpossible, the deal is almost through, it's just taking forever and a data figure. So, please, universe? Can we just finish this up for my birthday? I promise I won't ask for any more marriage equality victories for, oh, two months, at least.

(Though that would be a nice birthday present, too.)