Netflix is down. I really wanted to watch Zoolander on my computer. Now, I cannot.
Another sign from the heavens.
I just read a bit of my cousin's blog (online journal, whatever) and discovered that we could probably write each other's entries. I have an eerie sense of calm. Granted, she is a much better writer than I so I would probably want her writing my stuff but perhaps not so much the other way around.
But to my point: She was talking about putting a down payment on a townhouse. Oh wow...it just sounds so great. My own house!
And yeah...I would love to live in the city with a place to park my car, but I'm not affording it anytime within the next five years, and I want to buy something before then. Having a place of my own that doesn't smell like rotting old man and doesn't have a bathroom ceiling pealing what must be lead paint, even if in the burbs somewhere, is a fair trade.
And plus...I miss Waltham sometimes. Ok...I miss my driveway (with designated parking space) all the time.
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