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I did not think blinded by rage was a real possibility. I *hate* banks. I *hate* loan officers.

We got our financing, but not without inconvienencing my parents and aunt. Turns out my credit score is too low and my income too high (I know, poor me) to qualify for the loans that they thought we would, so I have to somehow magically place $2000 in my bank account so I can prove that I have enough of a buffer to qualify for this loan.

For those of you paying attention, do NOT ask my Dad for money. It is not a pleasant experience. Also, do not attempt to tell him that they no longer do loans the way they did when they financed their house. Also, being a Cat employee does not grant you the power to recieve money from banks sight unseen. This is a fact that is also lost on my Dad.

Through it all though, he really is coming through for the both of us. Wow, blogging really is cathartic. I was blinded by rage when I started this post, but now I’m feeling a little better. Maybe now I won’t cause the homicide when I go to Karate.