manic time hemorrage
It’s increasingly improbable that we’ll have closed on a house before Mad Men starts up again, so I’ve resorted to obsessively checking the AMC website. I Mad-Menned myself into a scene; I call it I Raise You A Donut:
House hunting is exciting, but it’s driving me crazy. I check listings obsessively, and at night I alternate between anxious dreams about work, and equally frantic dreams about not being able to find a house. Alas I am not one of those cool-as-a-cucumber types; I am undone by stress.
But now I’ve got Rick Astley (the I-Still-Can’t-Believe-He’s-Not-Black guy) singing to me over YouTube. GOD, weren’t the ’80s the BEST!!?!!
Hehe. ;)
Yeah, house hunting is rough. Good luck to ya’s!
I suppose you’re looking in the general area that you live, now?
Yup, right around where we are now. The hot, dirt place. ;)