Will you meet me at midnight?

House hunting sort of sucks. Just saying. The one I really liked probably can't be negotiated down far enough, and the other one I rather liked has no parking whatsoever. (I have mentioned before now that I'm looking for a house, right? Did I not mention that? Ah. Well, I'm looking for a house. And it sort of sucks.) Looking at all the houses is neat -- I like seeing what people do with their space, and I saw some complete disasters today, so that's fun. One place had, like, nine showers. Four of which were in the basement.

Oh, you wish I was kidding.

Anyway, that was my day. I followed it up with errands and about-the-apartment chores, and am now topping it off with chamomile tea and some goddamn writing, because I haven't actually written anything in days and that so needs to stop. Especially given the whole Novel From Hell thing I've got going.

I'm going to torture myself over this house thing. Just watch me.