Laura, I'm sorry if I missed your updates, but what's up with your house? Is the bank making you sell?

Can I rail and whine for a minute? I didn't know my sister was coming into town this weekend. If I had known, I would have worked harder to get a bunch of things done. She's so much more energetic than I am; she gets more done in a week than I get done in a month. When she comes to visit, I get a lot of projects finished up, and that's great - except I feel like such a shiftless worm, that I can't seem to do jack shit when she's not around. And when she is around, I'm completely exhausted by the end of the day with her! I wanted to finish painting the two rooms I'm working on before she saw them, and I've done next to nothing on it, and I've told her she can't come in my house because it's a wreck (and it is). I should have cleaned house and painted today, but I sat around in a brain fog and did nothing instead. So now I'm angry. With them for showing up unexpectedly, with myself for not having done everything I wanted to do, and with the damn noisy rude neighbors across the road because fuck them.

They were supposed to be here at 7, then 8, then 8:30. It's now 8:45. I expected to be waiting until 9, and now it's probably going to be 9:15. Did I mention I haven't eaten? Dammit.

I'm in tech until 7 tonight then I need to run to another theatre for a bit. Tomorrow I'm in tech from Noon to 10 PM. Weekend? What?

Tom, the bank continues to be evil. We have decided we just have to finish the improvements as quickly as possible and sell it. Then we will have to sue them for the forced placed insurance and whatever else we can. We are 4 years into the battle and they refuse to settle for a penny less than all they claim we are behind, which of course we can't pay unless we sell it before they take it. Stress. The worst part is I hate feeling the level of hatred I feel toward Wells Fargo.

Zen, please don't be so hard on yourself. I hope you get to eat soon. We are just leaving now to eat!

Zen, as someone who is chronically late despite her efforts (best and not so best), I apologize on their behalf. As someone with blood sugar issues, I say go get a snack!!!

Laura, that just never stops sucking. I hope you sell it and can pay them and tell them to go fuck themselves. Well, maybe not that last bit.

I took a nap and finished a book and lost my glasses and found them and I'm still in my pjs (I biked home in them, it was relatively cool this morning) (what, they actually matched my dress)(it's New Orleans, not to mention Mardi Gras, no one cares). I need to eat something but nothing fast and easy appeals. I think I'll eat an apple and see what I feel like after that.

I'm that kind of cranky where you've napped and then feel lazy and a bit lonely but not enough to put on street clothes and/or see if anyone wants to hang. Also, my hip is killing me, despite many hours today spent with the heating pad and trying to get it back into place. Blah.

I'm chronically late too, but the changing of times an hour and then another hour is a chronic condition of my family's interpersonal relationships. We don't do that to other people. It's like, because it's family it doesn't count against us, or something.

Anyway, the meal is over, I had a drink, it went okay, and I'm taking my personal dissatisfaction to bed. Maybe I'll do better tomorrow.

Laura, it's just unbelievable.

smonster, I'm sorry your hip still hurts. So frustrating. Your misery has company, FWIW, although I don't think my weird hip pain has the same source.

I survived the parade! I don't hate everyone! My back did not rebel!

It was really fun, except for the occasional times when there would randomly be a huge break. And my father, the saint, had to fight ridiculous traffic to come get me.

smonster, I'm in Lakeview. I have dinner with a friend Monday and a birthday party Wednesday night, but other than that I'm free.

I survived the parade! I don't hate everyone! My back did not rebel!

Yay! Excellent.

I am back from our way too late dinner too. We went to Bru's Room (don't know if they are all over). Had bruschetta with roasted red peppers and grilled portabellas. And red red wine.

A couple hours past my bedtime! Tomorrow my project is one of the bathrooms. Fix dripping faucet, check toilet innards to see if I need to replace, replace window crank, paint insides of wall length medicine cabinet, install new towel bar in tiled wall, caulk repair in shower, and clean it all. There are 3 baths in the house and the other 2 were totally gutted with everything new but this one is only being fixed.

The idea is we fix this house up super shiny and learn a lot, sell it, then the next one we fix for us. Unless I ever talk DH into living on a boat, but that is still one of my pipe dreams.

And speaking of dreams... g'night all.

Don't know how to edit on the Nook to say yay Dana! And gold star to dad.

Also need to add to list figuring spell check on Nook browser. Surely my red squiggly lines are an option.