So, I made an offer on a house yesterday.
And then Bush -
YES! I MADE AN OFFER ON A HOUSE!
Which brought on panic attacks, much kvetching - AAAAGGHHHH!
Vicky said, "Do you need to buy a pack of cigarettes?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You sure you don't need to have a cigarette?"
I paced the living room… I stood in the kitchen… I paced the bedroom… "I'm going to get some cigarettes."
I sat out on the patio, drank wine, had a couple cloves…
I'm really nervous. It's times like these that everything falls apart, when earthquakes happen and meteors fall, when brains spontaneously eject through ear holes… other people's!
… just a little nervous...