Eight Lives Left

He never did less than the best he knew how. If that was not enough, if he felt criticism in the air, he put on his hat and walked out.

From Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner

Everyone who hosts with me has been updated to Wordpress 2.5. The interface is a lot different!

Such a headache. Instead of bed I think it’s time for a hot bath and some Advil. Blargh. We have to do an upgrade tomorrow night since we volunteered to help out another project, but I’m think we might take off from work during the day.

You go girl!

Apparently I’ve been pre-approved for a 200k mortgage.

This is utterly unexpected.

After my head stops spinning I’m going to talk to my sister and start getting my ass in gear. I need to find an acceptable place and do all the paperwork and preferably get it all done before my lease is up in May. Money is suddenly even scarier than it was before, and so I’m canceling all my plans for fun trips in order to stay at home and hoard my cash.

This is almost like being grown-up.

It’s scary.

I won’t really believe it’s going to happen until I actually close on a place, though. There’s just too much that could go wrong.

Eek.