And now the waiting begins. Well technically it began at 4:30 yesterday morning when I submitted our applications and paycheck stubs. I hate this part. The part where I stress out and don't know if something is going to come back on my credit that makes moving impossible. I got this place, right? Yeah, but who knows. Who knows what's on B's credit that could cause us problems. I hate this part. The waiting.
I had a lousy time last night. We went out about 5, and it took us 68 minutes to go 35 miles. FOR ONCE can I drive on this fucking freeway without stopping? Seriously. I fucking hate it. Picked up the kid as she is on the way now. She had fun. B had fun.
Me?
I realized that I don't belong or fit in anywhere and that my list of 'friends' is so short it's practically non-existent.
Got home around 1, went to bed around 2. Anything else that happened yesterday is statistically useless to talk about.
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