Blogging after less than 3 hours of sleep and a stressful day is not a good idea.
I may have been a little hasty, and well, overly pessimistic yesterday. But almost no sleep and then a rousing round of "Why you are a failure as a daughter" will do that to a body.
Things are looking up today. Or at least, I'm able to see that it isn't as gloomy as I said it was yesterday.
I've found a place I love. An offer has been made. I gave my notice to my current abode.
By noon tomorrow, we'll know if I've got a new home.