So. That went...somewhere
We've signed a lease and then went to go check the place out - only to find that our walls shook from our neighbor's music. Or video game. We're not sure, maybe both. We'll sic Himself on them when we move in. Which will be sometime in the next two weeks. Hoping, of course, that escrow does not fall through in some horrific fashion. *knocks on wood*
I have had a migraine since yesterday, had a panic attack in the bank over stupid, STUPID fucking outdated rules about gender roles and how women are the property of the men they marry (see: after years of marriage I still hold my maiden name. Even that language usage is fucked up. Maiden name my ass) adding onto the fact that the person who was helping me was EXTRAORDINARILY rude and mean and only buttoned up when I put Himself on the phone with them. Plus, my wonderful, WONDERFUL father decided I was in the bank for faaaaarrr too long and came inside to "help" me - and then proceeded to throw a fit while I was in the middle of my panic attack. The attack which has been caused by the build up of stress over the last month and some - and THEN when only AFTER we signed the lease agreement and did our walk through to find out our neighbors really, really like techno - yeah. Another migraine I've been fighting for hours, using all but the hard drugs I have on me WHILE ALSO breaking out in stress hives while at the leasing office.
It's been a day. But I stress-wrote over a thousand words of fic today long hand. In about fortyfive minutes. So. Yeah. There are perks to driving eighty miles on a congested freeway, fighting off a migraine and shaking from a panic attack. On the plus side, the city runs our new apt complex. I can inflict red-tape authority upon all those who dare piss me off.
Or dig out my opera. And then put on my soccer matches. Beat that, assholes. Also, people-who-dare-piss-me-off? I have lots and lots of relatives who live in out of the way places. Also more cousins than I can shake a stick at who are in prison (or have just gotten OUT of prison) for major crimes. Do not make me use them. Because I will. And then I'll call my uncles on your asses. *snarls*
So. Yeah. It. Has. Been. A. Day. I'm gonna go grab my sleepy time tea and then take hard meds and hope to all that is holy I sleep for more than an hour and a half tonight. Because yeah. All that stress on so little sleep? It's a goddamn wonder I didn't start crying in the leasing office. Or in the apt when we were checking it out. This place is our best option. Damn near our only option. It HAS to work out. There's no other way around it.
Still. It's been a day. *totters off*
I have had a migraine since yesterday, had a panic attack in the bank over stupid, STUPID fucking outdated rules about gender roles and how women are the property of the men they marry (see: after years of marriage I still hold my maiden name. Even that language usage is fucked up. Maiden name my ass) adding onto the fact that the person who was helping me was EXTRAORDINARILY rude and mean and only buttoned up when I put Himself on the phone with them. Plus, my wonderful, WONDERFUL father decided I was in the bank for faaaaarrr too long and came inside to "help" me - and then proceeded to throw a fit while I was in the middle of my panic attack. The attack which has been caused by the build up of stress over the last month and some - and THEN when only AFTER we signed the lease agreement and did our walk through to find out our neighbors really, really like techno - yeah. Another migraine I've been fighting for hours, using all but the hard drugs I have on me WHILE ALSO breaking out in stress hives while at the leasing office.
It's been a day. But I stress-wrote over a thousand words of fic today long hand. In about fortyfive minutes. So. Yeah. There are perks to driving eighty miles on a congested freeway, fighting off a migraine and shaking from a panic attack. On the plus side, the city runs our new apt complex. I can inflict red-tape authority upon all those who dare piss me off.
Or dig out my opera. And then put on my soccer matches. Beat that, assholes. Also, people-who-dare-piss-me-off? I have lots and lots of relatives who live in out of the way places. Also more cousins than I can shake a stick at who are in prison (or have just gotten OUT of prison) for major crimes. Do not make me use them. Because I will. And then I'll call my uncles on your asses. *snarls*
So. Yeah. It. Has. Been. A. Day. I'm gonna go grab my sleepy time tea and then take hard meds and hope to all that is holy I sleep for more than an hour and a half tonight. Because yeah. All that stress on so little sleep? It's a goddamn wonder I didn't start crying in the leasing office. Or in the apt when we were checking it out. This place is our best option. Damn near our only option. It HAS to work out. There's no other way around it.
Still. It's been a day. *totters off*