Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Beyond!

Ah, a day off. Not that I work a whole lot lately--I cut back to 20 hours a week--but I've been getting little four hour shifts, so I still work most days. Today, however, I do not. :-) I still have a cold, though, which is somewhat bothersome, as it's been a week and a half now. I very much dislike the kind of coughing that makes your lungs feel itchy. :-(

My life lately has been pretty ordinary. My cousin Ted is getting married on Saturday. I work Friday night, though, and Peter has his Thesis defense Friday morning, so we're driving down to Strathmore on Saturday morning. Peter was less than thrilled by the phrase "leave the house by seven." Peter's understandably nervous about his defense, but his advisor seems to think it's all good, and is talking about going out for lunch afterwards and stuff like that, so I don't think Peter's fearing impending doom.

Oh... The writing about the Thesis defense has made me think about what comes next, and that has made me scared... I'm torn between running and hiding and simply curling up into a little ball right where I am...

Also, I am sadly disappointed by Super Paper Mario, but I mention that only because it's a lot easier to feel bad about something inconsequential like that. ^_^

GoGo Gadget Lawsuit!

There is currently a home-inspector-type guy looking around the house, documenting things that need to be fixed, collecting serial numbers from major appliaces and taking the odd photograph. I'm not sure whether this was my mom's idea or someone else's, but my parents are intent on using the deficiency results (and we know there will be some--black mould, anybody?) to sue Brass III, the builder. *sigh* I understand that this house cost a lot of money, and that things like bad plumbing that causes a mould infestation should neither be expected nor tolerated, but a lawsuit just seems so... much. This is a house. An entire house. This whole place was a dirt farm two years ago, and now we've been living in a really nice house since October. I tend to be a glass-half-full type of person, I guess (figuratively speaking), but I really must say that you'd have to be pretty off your rocker to insist that this house is only half-built (again, figuratively speaking?). Oh well. Better that my father direct his remaining anger tendancies towards an outside victim, especially one without a specific face. (Except Henry. Poor Henry.) He'll probably even win the lawsuit, though I have no idea what the particulars of the case would be. But, really, every house settles and gets a crack or two in the wall. They fixed the problem with the ovens, even if it did leave two holes in the wall. If you're really that angry, I'm sure somebody around would be happy to buy you a tub of Polyfill. Other than that, please make all threats using your inside voice.