So now we're getting spam in the comments.
Magnifico.
Spendiferous.
Less sarcastically,
*UGH*.
There's so far chandaliers, and some nonsense about lumber or something.
DAMmit.
*shakes fist*
In Other News, I've been having a rather intense couple of days of BS, smack-myself-in-the-face-inducing stress, and frustration. Spose I'll vent here.
The bold & intense blue text thing reflects my mood, I guess.
Roaches are crawling out of the woodwork and then dying in my apartment.
I hope an exterminator never comes within a 5 mile radius of me, ever again. Mostly I just get hives from the poisons, *especially* Borax, & can't take out the garbage because the shute closet is filled with it, and get the roaches IN MY APARTMENT rather than in the garbage shute.
There's really nothing like finding roaches belly-up next to the surge protector, next to the couch, in the middle of the floor, on the rug, to brighten your day.
Mysteriously, those unobtrusive RAID or whatever traps actually seem to work magic whenever I have used them, including in apartment buildings - of course, provided that your neighbors don't do dumbass things like leaving OPEN, still-liquid-having orange juice containers in the damn garbage closet. Then they just come back eventually.
My family is supposed to go on a "vacation" (more like a "torture-by-senile-psychotics") next week. NO idea what's going on there... well, because. partly...
Last night my brother just had a spinal tap. And yes, I mean the actual spine-puncturing test, and not the movie.
I have no idea so far if this was a wise precaution or just more medical BS.
Because of this and (even more) other assorted crap, I'm just a twitchy mess at work.
Ok, I feel midly better now...
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