Alright Motherfuckers.

So I'm pissy. I'm hot. I'm tired. I think I've caused more physical harm to myself in the last week than I have in the last decade.

If it weren't for dear Mr. Bush and the FHA, I would be moving into my newly purchased home on Friday. The FHA has ridiculous standards for inspections. They are requiring petty things be repaired on the home before they'll approve the inspection, and therefor the loan. Mr. Bush on the other hand, with his anti-terrorism, anti-privacy, anti-I-have-the-rights-to-my-own-life laws is completely dicking me over. I have to justify deposits into my accounts to prove that I'm not accepting or funding some terrorist organization. Excuse me, but did I write the check out to the "Let's riddle America with silly terror" organization? Oh, excuse me, I have to PROVE to you that my father died and that my measly bits of money are from his life insurance, thank you thank you for not rubbing salt in that wound.

Oh yes, I also pulled my back, hit my head, and managed to electrocute myself today. Oh, and my fist has had a few disagreements with walls, which in turn hurt my ego and made me feel like a toddler throwing tantrums. Wheeeeee. I'm still not completely packed. Did I mention how utterly alone I am in all of this? My own mother ran off to Michigan in the middle of the affair (I really can't blame her for it, it was planned, and it *is* her birthday. Am I wrong for finding small pleasure in the fact that she isn't having the wonderful time on which she planned?).

Everyone cross your fingers and do something nice for someone, I'll write you an IOU for the good karma. I think mine is in the negative this week. Let's hope our begging works tomorrow.