Their fault, not yours. No pity necessary. Are they coming back down today?

I'm over it too, and it's not even my hell. I'm sorry you have to deal.

Sophia, can I ask a favor from you? Would you be able to scan something for me from the U of R Library?

Probably, unless there is some crazy restriction! What do you need?

ita- I think that guy meant autistic savants! Not savages! Also I do not know how I posted the Weiner thing twice!

Also, I am in phone tag hell with the broker. There was a reason I suggested we set up a concrete time to talk....

I'm rather over all of this.

Tim has been playing phone tag for the past couple of days on our potential refi, too. And I can't help, because my name isn't on the mortgage. V. frustrating.

I'm looking for an issue of the RIT Reporter from the week of October 10, 1988. I think the cover date would be Oct 14. I was at this concert, and there is a (somewhat embarrassing) photo of me on the cover.

It's really not a big deal, so please don't kill yourself over it. I'm certainly not asking you to go to Henrietta or anything, but maybe you can get a copy via an interlibrary loan.

I told them to try again tomorrow. I planned that slot of time, it didn't work, not rearranging my schedule.

It won't be the sales guy accompanying the car (he's off tomorrow,) which, again, whatever. If I have actual car questions, I know who I can ask. The rest can be handled when I'm not driving. I probably prefer it that way, honestly.

I think I should coerce your neighbors to have a wine night tonight. You need it.

Eh,the over it is definitely the bored-now version, rather than the frustrated.

I got up off my ass to take care of some shit I really didn't want to deal with at all, and the rest of the humans can't seem to get it together? Of course.

I am still reeling with how stupid some people are, and how loudly they are stupid. In an effort to call out how bad I've been at giving her information, she's yelling very broadly that she doesn't know a given piece of information (see below, she types). So I marked up her image with big arrows and big text (I decided that highlighting would have been OTT) to point out her rookie oversight in front of the same audience she's trying to shame me in front of (see below, I type).

She exhausts me.

I will try interlibrary loan. I may be able to have them scan it at RIT and send to me, if I can figure out the correct way to type it into the request form for "journal articles"