Monday, July 15: Our offer on a condo an agent “promised” to us is rejected in favor of a last-minute cash offer. I decide I hate all people with cash.
Tuesday, July 16: I find out a friend is in the hospital and very sick. I call the hospital, no she’s not allowed to receive flowers. I have a bad feeling.
Wednesday, July 17: Still feeling depressed about the last two days. Also, I have to show the house I’m living in because it’s on the market. Did I mention we don’t have a new place to live yet?
Thursday, July 18: I play Rihanna’s “Stay” on the piano, she’s singing along on YouTube. It’s really cheesy and it strangely makes me feel better.
Friday, July 19: Husband and I eat chocolate cake and watch Arrested Development. It’s a good night.
Saturday, July 20: We go to an eight and a half hour first-time homebuyer class to qualify for a downpayment assistance grant. It’s as terrible as it sounds.
Sunday, July 21: We clean all morning and then leave because the house we’re in has an open house. The neighbors are having a bbq and the whole house smells like bacon. I’m pretty sure this will be a selling point.
Monday, July 22: Work is very busy and we’re short-staffed. I decide I don’t like work very much.
Tuesday, July 23: My friend in the hospital has cancer. Very very bad cancer. I get a worse feeling.
Wednesday, July 24: I go to the grocery store after work and buy corn dogs because screw this week.
Thursday, July 25: I contemplate what kind of wine goes best with breakfast for dinner. I find a lot of websites discussing the same thing, and I feel a little more hope for the world.