Alright.. I can't sleep. Tried it.. didn't work. Read more. Didn't work. Drank warm milk. Didn't work. Tried posting to folks. Hope it wasn't too screwy.

Most Sundays I zip through Open Houses in town, something I've been doing for over a year to get a feel for the market. Now that my house is listed, I perceive the condos and houses differently. One in particular caught my eye.. well.. actually, two.. both more than I'd want to spend.

My mind kept thinking about this one place..

OH CRAP... sheesh... you think I'd learn.

I'm up and my mind is all busy because I had some wine Saturday night. This is my delicate mental balance. Take the meds, do good things in life.. things are great. Take the meds, drink the wine... Gypsy gets the insidious fallout in some way shape of form the following day.

Oh how I hate it when I do it to myself.

In the words of the great Gilda Radner ....

*hugs*