I hate hate hate house hunting. At least I'm not the one who has to go view them all. And why won't you answer my calls? I need to talk to you, dammit!
Add to that: trip has gone kaflooey, they delayed for a day, so I don't actually get to DO anything productive until tomorrow. Which means I'll probably be staying for an extra day.
Add to that: who the hell invented bread with 110 cals per slice? What kind of sadist would do such a thing?
But strangely enough, I'm not feeling awful today. So far nothing but coffee, so I'm wonderfully empty and caffeinated.
Hotel cleaning lady is here now and, while I'm reasonably sure that her English is not fluent enough to read/comprehend any of this, I'm sufficiently paranoid to stop anyway.
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