just got back from a pre-pre-construction meeting with the builder of our house. the "real" pre-construction meeting is next week, but we wanted to stop by to find out prices of upgrades and what was available, etc. so we could work out a budget. oh, this is all in reference to the fact that we are buying a new house. having one built, actually. the house we are currently in is the first house we bought, a small "starter home" (as the real estate agents call it), which we have seriously outgrown. the computer is in the dining room, the bathroom is off the kitchen (and smaller than a coat closet). the house was built in 1925 and has been retrofitted with electricity, a furnace and plumbing (we don't have AC but something called a swamp cooler, which is only effective in an arid, desert environment). it's cozy and has done us well the past three and a half years, but it's time we move on to something larger and newer.
so, not much else going on. haven't written a damn thing in a long while. i tend to crumple under pressure (being the delicate little orchid that i am) and can't write when too much shit is ricocheting around me. with work being the unbearable fucker that it is, with all the shit zinging around the inside of my skull concerning the new house, i just can't seem to calm down long enough to think straight. nevermind trying to write something.
but, tomorrow's a big day for me. i have an interview. here's to hoping i nail it and it'll become something better for this stressed-out SOB. typically, the thought of an interview and starting a new job would freak me out but work is so stifling and bad right now, it would be a welcome change.
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