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I don't want to be at work anymore. But I don't want to go home and work on the house, either.
I need to run away to Europe and be a wandering... bard or something, I don't know. Then I won't have to worry about fixing up my crappy house to get appraised...
Unfortunately, I don't know how to play the harp, and I sing like a chicken being strangled. And I think those are requirements if you want to be a bard. Damn.

Does anyone know how to rebuild a roof?