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Apr. 24th, 2012 04:52 pm( Deutsch )
And then, you know, I typed up a wall of German in two days on the Holocaust, WWII, and the Cold War. So that was cheerful.
I keep trying to think of something I can do to speed along this whole process of waiting forever for the bank to get the plumbers in so we can finish the goddamn appraisal. And short of doing an end run around our dear, dear Realty Lady, which I don't want to do, adn calling the selling bank and going "LOOK, FUCKERS. DO YOU WANT THIS TOXIC ASSET OFF YOUR BOOKS OR NOT" and offering to pay $Boston towards the plumbing repair I can't think of a damn thing. It's not even the uncertainty anymore, although that's definitely bugging me. It's the goddamn waiting. And waiting. And them being the ones who insist on it going fast and being done. And then more waiting.
... Wait, teens are getting drunk on hand sanitizer? Seriously, world? Fuck this, I'm going back to bed.
Only not. 'cause I have shit to do. But of all the goddamn moronic things. And this fucking bank, dear god. Never, ever bank with this bank. I will tell you which one it is when this is all over. Never do business with them. Ever.
Fuck everything, writing forever. I spent the better part of an hour this afternoon, between putting away fresh boxes for outgoing shipments, tossing back and forth The Continuing Adventures of Sam and Larry Adama (Caprica), and now I think I have to write some of it. Maybe just as a small series of shorts for AO3. They are the most adorable couple ever and never got enough screen time on Caprica and I want all the adorable. It will make the world better. Not just because Sasha Roiz is sex on two very long legs.
And then, you know, I typed up a wall of German in two days on the Holocaust, WWII, and the Cold War. So that was cheerful.
I keep trying to think of something I can do to speed along this whole process of waiting forever for the bank to get the plumbers in so we can finish the goddamn appraisal. And short of doing an end run around our dear, dear Realty Lady, which I don't want to do, adn calling the selling bank and going "LOOK, FUCKERS. DO YOU WANT THIS TOXIC ASSET OFF YOUR BOOKS OR NOT" and offering to pay $Boston towards the plumbing repair I can't think of a damn thing. It's not even the uncertainty anymore, although that's definitely bugging me. It's the goddamn waiting. And waiting. And them being the ones who insist on it going fast and being done. And then more waiting.
... Wait, teens are getting drunk on hand sanitizer? Seriously, world? Fuck this, I'm going back to bed.
Only not. 'cause I have shit to do. But of all the goddamn moronic things. And this fucking bank, dear god. Never, ever bank with this bank. I will tell you which one it is when this is all over. Never do business with them. Ever.
Fuck everything, writing forever. I spent the better part of an hour this afternoon, between putting away fresh boxes for outgoing shipments, tossing back and forth The Continuing Adventures of Sam and Larry Adama (Caprica), and now I think I have to write some of it. Maybe just as a small series of shorts for AO3. They are the most adorable couple ever and never got enough screen time on Caprica and I want all the adorable. It will make the world better. Not just because Sasha Roiz is sex on two very long legs.
