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To anyone hoping to catch me on AIM tonight:
Late this afternoon, we got a note slipped under our door stating that the landlords will be conducting a suite-by-suite inspection of the block tomorrow, time unspecified.
Our response: GAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Our further response: Running wildly in all directions, trying to corral the rampant clutter in our bedroom and studio.
Heh. Actually I'm rather proud of myself for the way I allocated five minutes to "OMGTHISCANTBEHAPPENING!!!!", then rolled up my sleeves and got down to work. George and I have been laboring (moving boxes, washing clothes, relocating furniture) since about 3:30 pm, and we're just about knackered. There's a huge pile of garbage bags and empty boxes to be taken downstairs, but we're going to do that in the morning when it's light enough to actually SEE your way down the back steps, which are wooden and lit by a meagre 15 watt bulb at each landing. Or at least it seems that way in the snow and the dark...
In short, Gentle Readers, George and I are going to do a bit more work in the studio (the bedroom is now immaculate), and then fall into bed aching and exhausted. Our only consolation is that a lot of other people in the building have probably spent equally enjoyable evenings making their living space fit to present to critical outsiders. And tomorrow morning at 8 am, we get to wake up, drag our carcasses out from between the warm and comfy bedclothes, and FINISH the work in the studio space! Joy! Bliss! Aaaarrrggghhh!
And now, goodnight.
Late this afternoon, we got a note slipped under our door stating that the landlords will be conducting a suite-by-suite inspection of the block tomorrow, time unspecified.
Our response: GAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
Our further response: Running wildly in all directions, trying to corral the rampant clutter in our bedroom and studio.
Heh. Actually I'm rather proud of myself for the way I allocated five minutes to "OMGTHISCANTBEHAPPENING!!!!", then rolled up my sleeves and got down to work. George and I have been laboring (moving boxes, washing clothes, relocating furniture) since about 3:30 pm, and we're just about knackered. There's a huge pile of garbage bags and empty boxes to be taken downstairs, but we're going to do that in the morning when it's light enough to actually SEE your way down the back steps, which are wooden and lit by a meagre 15 watt bulb at each landing. Or at least it seems that way in the snow and the dark...
In short, Gentle Readers, George and I are going to do a bit more work in the studio (the bedroom is now immaculate), and then fall into bed aching and exhausted. Our only consolation is that a lot of other people in the building have probably spent equally enjoyable evenings making their living space fit to present to critical outsiders. And tomorrow morning at 8 am, we get to wake up, drag our carcasses out from between the warm and comfy bedclothes, and FINISH the work in the studio space! Joy! Bliss! Aaaarrrggghhh!
And now, goodnight.
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Good luck, then: Trin just tried to call again.
I'm rightback to wanting to die.
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are you allowed emmie?? oO
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I know you want your suite to look presentable, but don't stress too much..they aren't doing a neatness inspection.
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Wow... I would so fail any inspection. *is good at making messes and bad at cleaning them up.*
I hope y'all come out okay.