kiya

teinedreugan and I finally started looking at houses. Saw four today. One was unsafe, one was disappointing, one was sadly missing stuff important to me, one was ... pretty good, aside from the vast quantity of work it needs and the terrifying paisley wallpaper. In a sort of agitation-making way.

Watching yet another stupid multiplicity flamewar, having mostly a mature wisdom moment about it, because fighting won't change anything.

Too twitchy to think straight -- after spending a while digging at schedules to figure out which train I need to catch to meet queenofhalves for lunch tomorrow, I determined when it arrived, failed to determine when I need to catch it, and had to go at it again. Because twitchy-flaky-stuff.

Now that we're actually looking at houses, I'm feeling less stressed that no progress is being made; at the same time, I'm feeling stressed that things now feel completely unsettled again. There's no pleasing me.

... ah, blast, I can't do the stuff I was going to do tomorrow unless I'm really with it when I wake up, I'll be out all day. Waugh waugh.