We went from "window shopping is fun but we're not going to move," no mortgage approved, nothing, just having attended some open houses to look at neighbours' closets and stuff... to "holy shit" and accepted offer in 31 and a half hours. Why doesn't this train have brakes???

Utter insanity. We had the mortgage-paid-off celebration dinner only a few weeks ago and just installed a bunch of wall shelves...



Monday - 11:56 AM "Hey, look at this place, ha ha, isn't that literally the place that we thought would be funny to buy if its owner died or something..."
Rest of day: unable to nap on the bus due to thinking about it
Evening: call parents to ask for ticket off the crazy train, they don't give it to us. Call Justin's old real estate agent. Start moving moonies around.
Later at night: Can't sleep, reading Red Seas Under Red Skies until 3AM

Tuesday: 4PM - tour the other place,
5PM - make offer. Start signing forms. cancel d&d game due to stomachache
5:30PM - moonies finishes getting moved around
7:40PM - agent calls back, offer accepted

"You are beyond mad," said Locke after several moments of silent, furious thought. "Full-on barking madness is a state of rational bliss to which you may not aspire. Men living in gutters and drinking their own piss would shun your company. You are a prancing lunatic."