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Life truly and utterly sucks right now. Remember the house that was supposed to be finished in Septemeber? The lazy fucking destruction workers have done not a bloody thing except eat, move dirt around to stop the house owners from coming to scream at them for being so fucking lazy, eat some more, and oh, yeah, let's not sell them too short - paved the sidewalk in eight long weeks. They have since been relieved of their duties of doing nothing all goddamn day long. So, this means that new builders will be hired by the development company in 12 to 15 business days. Assuming that they are not quite as fucking useless as the previous assholes, we are told our house might be ready "possibly in February, give or take 4 weeks." In the meantime, I am living in a house where it rains inside, where I am freezing all day long because I am told that turning on the heat is just too expensive, where the fucking autistic German shepard barks all through the goddamn night at the fucking retarded horse that escapes, or a leaf falling, or whatever else he's so fucking upset about, where I am woken up by Adam's parent's fighting, the phone ringing, or Adam snoring, or the autistic dog barking, or the two slightly less retarded dogs barking, or the housekeepers that ask me all sorts of questions that I don't know the answers to because it's not my house I'm living in, where when I try to study in the kitchen because I'm in the way in every other room, I get moved out of there because some crazy lady happened to pop by for a cup of tea, where Adam and I can't leave this house just yet on our only fucking day off together, because someone has to be around in case his step-mom falls off the new horse, where I get woken up in the middle of my afternoon trying-to-recover-from-being so-damned-sick-nap to be asked about phone calls that may have happened but didn't while I was home alone, where I have to hide if I'm still hungry after my bowl of soup to make and eat a sandwich, because I "really don't need to eat that much" because I apparently bear an uncanny resemblance to a blue fucking whale. I know I've always been a little crazy but I'm starting to think I'm 100% certifiable lately. I'm back to seeing a shrink every week and may try some differnt medication for anxiety which I've never had before. I'm having disabling panic attacks at least every week, which may cost me my job, not that I care anyway, since I hate my fucking job. I'm trying to buy a car but can't afford anything that doesn't wind up or operate with Flintstone power because the dollar is the weakest its been in eight months, which probably won't change due to the shocking stupidity of the American people putting a monkey in office after he fucked up everything for four long years and wasn't even elected for the first term and made me embarrassed to admit my nationality in Europe, or anywhere in public for that matter. I'm sitting at college at five on a Friday eventhough my lecture was cancelled and lectures are over at 3 on Fridays anyway, I'm still very ill, and I got ripped off by another fucking taxi driver getting here because anything is better than being at that house. All my friends are in Thailand for a month. Adam and I were of course invited but couldn't go because we had to be around in case there was some development on the fucking house that shit built. But they send us weekly reminders about how great it is there on an exotic beach, while we're usually in the video store for an hour trying to decide what piece of shit movie we want to pay too much for this time.