So It's Official

Welp.  The house has been listed.  I found it this morning.  I laughed at the price and the fact that there were no pictures of the basement.  Smart move.  Looks nicer than what it is.  We made it nice but cleaning up and making sure they got the best pictures.  He did put a mention of two tenants who have lived there for over 15 years.  That surprised me.

I had gotten a text that the showing would be one day and only an hour and a half in the evening.  I'm fine with that.  I'm not going anywhere during that time but I'll be nice.  I won't twirl a baton on the front lawn and act stupid.  I'll leave that to my mom.

At least we have answers.  Not knowing?  Sucks.  When people don't communicate, your mind is left to wander the worst.  I don't know if we can stay for the amount he's asking but we'll keep looking and maybe there's some hope somewhere.  Somewhere.  My sister was disappointed that there wasn't a picture of my mom in the window flipping the bird.  Well wait until the open house, I guess.  No, she won't.  She'll save it for the landlord.

I will be glad when I'm finished with this prescription.  I am tapering off of something that has made me feel like garbage the last few months.  It started off good but like many others it almost makes you feel more depressed.  I hate this.  I really do.  I have a new one to start but part of me wants to take a break.  I am going through a rough time and this isn't really helping me so if I take a break of a couple of months, will it be that bad?  My brain has enough issues.  I don't disagree that I don't need something.  I do need a break.  I get shamed if I take them.  I get shamed if I don't.  I hate that too. 

I have one meeting with our group and I don't feel like talking. I don't think that will be a problem between the diva and the lurker.  Those two make me tired.

I found Precious sleeping in the bathtub last night and I got scared.  She was fine.  Weird cat sleeps in strange places.  I worry with her getting older.  She's not supposed to get old.  

I feel my age today. 


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