You sound depressed
Feb. 26th, 2017 11:57 pmVery astute Mom. You got it in one. It's been that sort of day.
I measured my utility closet thinking about getting one of those stackable or the two in one units because the idiot made my washer/dryer hookup area too small to get both in there.
Thanks to that deranged blood sugar bouncing everywhere I spent the day alternating between raging and weeping.I hate this.
Since I was up in Jackson after food, I went to look at that house I posted yesterday which ruined my mood further. Honestly it was a perfect little house. It was right off the highway just enough to be easy to get on the way to work but enough to be quiet. It shared a lane with this blue and white trailer. That wasn't a problem. Whoever had the trailer obviously has pride of place. It's in perfect shape. The land that goes with the house is relatively level without being in a flood zone (a rarity here) and had 5 acres of land. So why am I not lining up a tour?
It's literally right next door to a fucking coal washer. Head desk. Back to the drawing board. I did find two possibilities. But I feel like I'm just going to be in this shitty apartment forever.
To top off the day, for once in my life my story is too short for an anthology. Now to see if I can crank out another 1.5K in the next day or two.
I measured my utility closet thinking about getting one of those stackable or the two in one units because the idiot made my washer/dryer hookup area too small to get both in there.
Thanks to that deranged blood sugar bouncing everywhere I spent the day alternating between raging and weeping.I hate this.
Since I was up in Jackson after food, I went to look at that house I posted yesterday which ruined my mood further. Honestly it was a perfect little house. It was right off the highway just enough to be easy to get on the way to work but enough to be quiet. It shared a lane with this blue and white trailer. That wasn't a problem. Whoever had the trailer obviously has pride of place. It's in perfect shape. The land that goes with the house is relatively level without being in a flood zone (a rarity here) and had 5 acres of land. So why am I not lining up a tour?
It's literally right next door to a fucking coal washer. Head desk. Back to the drawing board. I did find two possibilities. But I feel like I'm just going to be in this shitty apartment forever.
To top off the day, for once in my life my story is too short for an anthology. Now to see if I can crank out another 1.5K in the next day or two.
