you're already lost, and no one here can save you

[jazzfish]

It's been a rough couple of weeks. I'm not sleeping well again, primarily I think due to stress. Vicious cycle.

I've been listening to "Who's Gonna Help Me" by Salt Thief, the folk-rockish viola duo James and I went to see a few weeks ago. They're good, and I'm looking forward to the new album in November.

she said i've troubles of my own and no time to help you

I still have no dishwasher and a concrete floor in my entry hall.

Emily's understandably unwilling to float me a loan to buy her out of the condo. Depending on how much she's looking for I may (may) be able to scrape up the amount. Not having to find another place to live has a certain appeal to it.

... just heard back from the mortgage broker. The process of buying Emily out may turn out more complicated than she'll want to deal with anyway. Though I suspect that a lot of that complication will come up if we sell the place, regardless.

To the extent that I was "dating" the really neat person I met a month ago, I got dumped on Wednesday. Still processing that.

Things with Erin are strained. (Understatement, I think.) I may be going north tomorrow, or I may not. I have no idea at this point.

I am out of maple syrup. This is not the worst of calamities, merely insult to injury.

Onward.

Comments

[vvalkyri]

oh argh :(

[jazzfish]

Pretty much, yeah. /: Thank you.

[reedrover]

Sympathies.

[jazzfish]

Thanks. /: Been one of those months.

[reedrover]

I have no evidence, but I expect that part of the strain with Erin might be the fire evacuation. I can't imagine that she's at her calmest at the moment.

[jazzfish]

Oh, absolutely. The whole situation has had ramifications I don't think either of us expected. :(

[thanate]

No fun. May September improve for you.