Nope; I haven't seen FITNA yet. That has to do with being temporarily homeless: until I get a headset for the Mac, it seems rude to watch videos of any kind here at Camp Lefty.

And when I go home at night I'm only really interested in two things: 1) how many household tasks can I accomplish before I bed, and 2) once I'm in bed, how soon can I be unconscious?

If you were looking for the vid, it's here, via Ace, who editorializes, in his inimitable style: "Fuck you." (Apparently, he's back on the "F-word" again, which means he's probably back on cigarettes.)

But, really. It's all about me, no?—

I should clean my car out and find a quiet place to park it; I caught up with sleep last night and I'm all Ritalined-up right now, but I know I'm going to want to sleep in that thing at some point before we go into escrow.

I've been told that we may be in escrow by this time next week. And because I'm the bull terrier in the family, I have to decide how far we should compromise on price before the written offers start to roll in on Monday afternoon.

The way I play this next week will determine the way A the H and I live for the next 2-5 years. Ick.

And I haven't showered since Tuesday. I haven't washed my hair since last Saturday. I haven't worn makeup in two weeks. I look, in short, like hell.

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