Met this morning with my Little Brother (not my little brother, but my Little Brother). I shouldn’t use his real name, so we’ll call him, um, Bocephus. He’s a good kid, albeit a highly unorganized one who failed half his classes last semester. We’re still feeling each other out, but he’s starting to trust me a bit. If I can just get him to stop falling asleep in class and start paying attention when he needs to, he’ll turn out okay.
Also just got handed my Olympic credential for next month. I suppose it’s finally hitting me that in two weeks I’ll be in Salt Lake City; alas, it’s borderline astounding how much work I have to do between now and then.
Having lunch with a colleague today has gotten me thinking about buying a house. I don’t know why.
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Don’t do it…buying a house just means weekends dedicated to bathroom demolition (like this one at the Lucci House).
But think of the tax benefits! The profit when I sell! No need to worry about having my stereo too loud for the neighbors!
Well, I’m in a lease until September, but we’ll see after that. I have some math to do.
You know that means you’re a lifer:)
Yeah, at the luccihouse we get sucked into all sorts of projects and lose our weekends. It will happen to you too!