not entirely sure why I tend to always post on Mondays

[seventhe]

busy busy weekend:

1. Doing a bunch of work on the house. I lazed around in a depressive exhausted funk on Friday reading waste of space fanfiction and then it suddenly hit me that, like, I'm moving into this fucking house in two fucking weeks and I have a fuckload of work to do. So Saturday: sanded, mudded, sanded, taped and first coat primed the downstairs bathroom, taped the upstairs study; Sunday: spent copious time at Lowe's gettinc carpet samples and a measurement arranged, second coat of primer, tore up carpet in master BD, planted some flowers, got ready to steam clean the greatroom carpets. ughhhHHHHHH I haven't even like thought about packing (every time I think about peeking around that particular corner anxiety is like "sshhhhh baby don't do it" so I haven't)
   
   The list of things to still be done is horrendous. The master BD needs painted (and the ceilings go up to 13' so like fuck I'm doing that myself - meeting w a painter Fri) and then new carpet (at least I got that started.....?), the study needs painted, the downstairs fucking bathroom needs fixed the fuck up and painted aqnd reassembled (side note: I have named the downstairs bathroom Voldemort because it's been such a huge heinous pain in the arse that on Sunday I referred to it as the room that shall not be named, hence we can now use the phrase, "I'm gonna go poop in Voldemort." Ladies and gentlemen, this is what it's like to be 31 years old?). Oh and fucking Kilz the spot in the basement that's got a bit of mold on it in the shelves, fuck, I had literally forgotten about that. And that's all not including packing fuck my actual life and not including the 40 things that are on the list once I am actually living there.
   
   My advice is to never buy a house. My advice is to start drinking heavily.


2. Second set of injections on Thursday. Very eager to get there. The neck/shoulder/back ~situation~ is still better than it was pre-injection but do you know what hurts a lot when you've got a herniated disc in your neck? stuff like painting or you know sanding a fucking wall and stuff like that. Ugh my entire body. Thursday will at least be a day of drugged-up bliss. And hopefully it will knock even more of the pain out, so that I'm close to OK to go for actual moving weekend fffuuuuuUUUCK


3. I did actually beat FFIII. I also started FFIV. There was an odd overlap week and I am sure anyone following my Tumblr is hella confused. I need to make some posts to moogle_university here.


4. Matching for DOINK! is done. Should be going out soon~~~!


5. I don't want to talk about work.

The end!

Comments

[temples]

Would you like me to text you some crazy pictures of animals to make the pain go away?

[seventhe]

YES

[temples]

DONE.

[stealth_noodle]

My advice is to never buy a house. My advice is to start drinking heavily.

Check and check!

I don't know how you're not just exploding from house demands right now, but at least there's always pooping Voldemort to look forward to?

[seventhe]

I'll have to post a photo of Voldy once I'm done with him.

[sepdet]

Now that you're past that point, I will note that when I bought my house:

-- the previous occupants had done a herculean job of hiding their smoking habit, painting over nicotine stains and having all the windows open before I came over to mask the stench, and once the house was sold they smoked a metric ton and stuffed used cigarettes in every crevice after I discovered their deceit and nearly withdrew my escrow. It took ozoning and scrubbing every wall and replacing all the air ducts and carpets to make the place livable.

-- also, once we closed, they would not move out. I owned the house, they had my money, but they wouldn't leave. And the cops treated it as a civil contract dispute and refused to evict them. I had to serve up a court notice and begin lawsuit proceedings to get them out, which was scary, because THEY WERE IN MY HOUSE. They trashed it a bit and did some minor sabotage (switching the dials on the oven and petty things of that nature) but did not do real damage, thank goodness.

So at least not that.

But i really, really feel for you having to pack and move. Can you draft friends or professional packers of some ilk? I had to throw money at a professional organizer lady I trusted, because I just... I just can't. Scrubbing the walls before repainting laid me out for days. Then again, I'm a wuss.

[seventhe]

um just reading this made me want to cry forever and then hide. HOW DID YOU SURVIVE

[sepdet]

Had good agent who backed me up.

The lawsuit notice got rid of them.

I was very worried for a while that I'd made a poor choice, but now I feel like I saved a good little house (er, condo, one does not buy houses in California without LOTS OF MONIES) from being poisoned.

All the walls repainted -- BATHROOM IN LULU NAIL POLISH LAVENDER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW -- and it is my nest and I love love love it.

So the moral of the story is that whatever hell you went through to get it, you'll love it once you settle in. But fate likes making a MOUNT ORDEALS out of the acquisition process.

I recommend leaning on friends and/or asking parents to help you throw money at the right people to assist with moving/painting/prepping, if you possibly can. You can make it up to them after.

[lindorie]

MY CATS LOVE YOU. ♥