I just deleted a spam comment that was mostly in a foreign language, full of sketchy links and with the random English statement complaining about not being able to access websites in Microsoft-based browsers. I think it was meant to spam a support forum not a blog. I am confused.
Ehh?
The landlord is coming over later today to “inspect the property” because we’re moving out next month. It only took them two weeks to give us any sort of acknowledgment that they received our notice to vacate. We sent it well in advance of sixty days so they couldn’t pull a “oh we got it after the first of the month, so really, it’s less than 60 days. You owe us extra rent.” This bedroom is still a holy-royal-clusterfuck. Part of me is motivated to go on a cleaning frenzy to get it looking at least partially presentable so he doesn’t completely balk at the very sight of it when he walks through the door. The other part of me just wants to say, “fuck it, we’re moving out in six weeks.” I’ll get it cleaned on my own time so I can get things properly packed in time for moving.
Also, I think I want to wear my STFU shirt specifically for the landlord. Because he’s a fucking GENIUS. And by “genius” I mean MORON.
My new glasses should be in this week. Today will be ten business days and they told me it would take 10-14 days for them to come in. They didn’t specify business days or not. Any day now, Sears. Any day now.
We had the opportunity to move our closing date to April 28th. That would have been awesome. We could have had our house a whole 19 days earlier. But it wouldn’t have been a very financially sound move on our part. We wouldn’t have a mortgage payment until June but we’d still be paying May rent. Closing in May we won’t be making our first mortgage payment until July and we’ll be able to set that aside in June and not completely drown ourselves while we get settled and set up after moving.
Money.
Right then.
My brain is mush.
I kept typing mush as much. Clearly things are functioning at high capacity right now.
I’m tired. I think it’s naptime.
Cleaning be damned.
Or not.
We’ll see.
Publish.
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