I spent eight hours going home for fifty two hours so I could spend eight hours flying back so I could spend 24 hours picking paint and plants and tile.

We have already picked paint and plants and tile.

Twice.

Effectively we're building a house, except we don't get the deed to it, and we've signed up to pay for the place we built it for ten years with two five year options. It's easy to forget what a pain in the ass it is because it's "just" a tenant improvement but every single fixture? We had to find it. And make sure it works. And coordinates with everything else. And passes code. And satisfies the building inspector (NOT the same thing). And is accepted by the State (also not the same thing). And that means going to the paint store (cover the earth!) three times in one day because this green works in sunlight but it clashes under LEDs. And you feel great that you deep-sixed the ten dollar a square foot tile in favor of the four dollar a square foot tile but then you realize the application is only 120 square feet so you're saving less than a grand and you had to spend seven on a fire alarm system that you don't really need and you better call the hardware store because you're not ready for them to drop off six thousand dollars worth of appliances yet. AGAIN.

Know how much the State of New York reimburses birth centers for medicare births? Eight grand. State of Washington? $500. Did you know those rates are paid out by insurance companies contracted by the states? Did you know they're the same insurance companies?

I'm flying enough that I'm considering doing TSA Pre just because the fuckheads at LAX always pat me down for my fucking hair. Except that means giving money to the TSA, an organization I would gladly see turned into a pillar of salt. Except apparently I can get a Nexus pass, designed to speed me through the Canadian border, which counts as a TSA Pre, for less money. Which I pay to the Border Patrol. Who operate under the TSA. And which you can only do in like five cities. And if you're canadian, they make you get a mutherfucking retina scan because FYOOOOOCHUR.

I hate the TSA. I hate police. I hate authority. But I fuckin' hate the idiots in line even more.

So yeah. Fatigue and hatred grudge matches. That's my life these days, Hubski.