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So.

Mostly these days I only show up on DW to complain and then vanish for six months, and this is probably no different; if you follow me on Twitter or Tumblr you've already heard this saga, but oh well.

So, my previous landlord sold my house a few months back, to a new landlord who actually lives directly behind me. (This happened while I was at SWCC, which means I was sitting in my hotel room with half my body paint on when J texts me and goes, "I'm buying the house! Is Tuesday a good day for me to come by with the mortgage inspector?" The mortgage inspector asked if I was a "cosplay girl" and if I was a furry too.) New landlord is fine, mostly, except for as part of the home-buying process he keeps having various people over to look at the house and take pictures and measure things exactly when I was in the middle of writing 60 pages worth of final papers. Then I had an online pedagogy class and a summer French class and the online Latin class I'm teaching, all staggered with some overlap and starting the day after I turned in my final final paper.

So, flashforward to the second week of July. Two weeks ago, July 9. Landlord J texts me to let me know that there will be handymen around the property for the next few days, and also he's going to begin the process of updating the electrical. (This house still had fuseboxes and all the outlets were two-prong, not three-prong.) Okay, whatever, I obviously cannot do anything about this. It is the fourth week of my Latin class, and I am giving a final on Wednesday.

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so, that's where we're at. this whole experience has basically destroyed my mental health and worked me into a state of anxious panic where one little thing will send me into tears, I'm paranoid because people keep telling me they're coming and then not coming, telling me they have to do things, changing those things, not doing the things, BREAKING things, my sleep schedule went to hell in a handbasket, I started waking up in the middle of the night in panic, I'm now having digestive problems? which I'm assuming is from stress? and oh yeah, I'm LEAVING TOWN ON MONDAY, so now I'm living in frozen terror that something else will go wrong while I'm out of town and I won't know about it until I get back. I need to text my landlord again later this evening so that I can give him my rent check and tell him I'll be out of town. And I'm still TEACHING through all of this, which is difficult when I'm living in a constant state of intense panic. Normally getting out of Atlanta and going home would be good, except that I'm so terrified that something else will happen that it's now a matter of dread. And since my French class ended a few weeks ago I haven't had any human interaction with people other than the electrician, the handymen, and my landlord, and various cashiers at the grocery store, so I'm sure that's not helping anything.

ETA: Landlord texted me back, says that the pipe probably has to be replaced, I can use Anna's machine or the one at his house until then, but since my machine seems to be working fine it's probably safe to use it. I saw Anna when S and I got back from lunch, updated her on the situation, she's fine with me using her machine and knows where my spare keys are, so depending how the handyman situation develops she can let them into my house. And hopefully landlord will get the sump pump fixed before I come back.

Ironically I'm one of the few people I know who likes doing laundry, I find it soothing.