I'm experiencing some existential angst this evening, so instead of boring you with all of that, here's a list of google searches that produce my diary on the results list. You know, for kids.
I'm quite pleased about the fuckwittage thing. I love that word, so I'm happy to give it press. I suppose it's not really a word...
On the brighter side of things, I have now received two offers on the old townhouse, and I have a ratified contract at the price I want (allowing for some concession on the inspection, production of Reston and Cluster documents, termite inspection and the home warranty). Even the realtor thinks these people will be a pain in the ass. Let's hope they really want the house and that they aren't just going to wind up tying it up for 10 days until I don't concede something on the home inspection.
I was going to say something else, but Tino's mom called, I got the blow by blow, and I forgot.
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