Mistakes were made
Feb. 4th, 2025 05:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Right now I am extra grumpy because wearing my N95 mask is pressing on my sinuses and it hurts like a son of a bitch. Right now I would give a lot to encase my head in a bubble of some kind rather than wear this mask, but that's obviously not an option. Meow.
I finally got KK to answer my texts. It turns out she decided to take a nap at work and it didn't occur to her to let me know, even though she knew I was waiting for her to answer time-sensitive questions. I would tear out my hair, except I don't have any left after tearing it all out earlier today. Then the real estate agent went radio silent waiting for "confirmation" of our booking. She finally got back to us at 7pm.
*beats head on desk*
The good news is that we do have a booking for tomorrow evening after work. The bad news is that the house has a lot of showings. Like, a lot a lot. Based on previous experience, that means if we put in an offer, we are likely to be outbid pretty handily. I just don't have enough money for a bidding war, unfortunately.
My father, bless his soul, asked if, with the new trade war in place, I thought that housing prices would go down. Leaving aside that it feels kind of ghoulish to wait for other people to lose their jobs and homes so I can step in and take over, I had to explain that, no, this will probably further drive up house prices. Properties will get snapped up by corporations and turned into rental homes, increasing scarcity and therefore artificially inflating values. Tariffs will also inflate prices based on the perceived value of building materials. Basically, we're hosed no matter what.
My thoughts are refusing to properly coalesce. It doesn't help that it's now 5am and my brain is soup.
I borrowed two books from the library that aren't available in audiobook format, and I am going to try to actually read one of them now. Wish me luck, I guess?