Depressing Dreams

Tired. Depressed.

When I was running around with Mom looking at houses, right before Lori and I put a stop to the whole house-buying thing (finances, doncha know) I noticed an ad for a condo in Sand Point, perfect size, garden level, and within the realm of affordability. I tossed the paper in the recycle bin and tried to forget.

Last night I dreamed about it: running around with Mom and Dad, looking at houses and condos, and no, that one's too expensive; when did the condo turn into a houseboat; suddenly Ballard is north of Ravenna; running and looking and too late: someone else got it.

I woke up tired and worn out and still that much further from owning a house. If the landlord doesn't lower the rent when we ask, we're facing a whole new round of rental hunting. I'm starting to think about just getting a storage unit asap for all my books and crap. Toss the giant smelly green couch that I liked, but is now somehow *broken*.

OotP is just really good fanfic

[02:29] thete1: But it *does*, in fact, read like a really good fanfic.

Hah! I'm not the only one.