Better

As you might have guessed from the previous mess masquerading as a blog entry, yesterday was not one of my better days. A lot of stuff piled up. The home I'm having built has run into problems. The model didn't pass code inspection so they redesigned it in a way that I hate and didn't bother to tell me about it until I discovered it on my own. My new job is steady but boring. Then there's the Sarah situation, or lack thereof.

And I generally felt like I was getting screwed in life in every way except the one I want. "Life is full of disappointments," my dad says. At least I have that to look forward to.

I did visit my home site today and, for some reason, it didn't look as hideous as I remembered it. I'm still not happy but I can live with it if I have to. The fact that I found an Italian restaurant and a gym within walking distance of the place probably didn't hurt.

After a pointed e-mail from me today, the builder's sales guy told me that the company's main office will be contacting me. "If you have a name and number, I'll be happy to contact them myself," I replied. For all I know they'll offer to cancel the contract and refund my deposit. That would be attractive if I hadn't also invested nine months of my life into this home and if prices wouldn't be 10-20 percent higher than when I last went home shopping.

Sarah and I did not trade any e-mails today. Our flurries are invariably initiated by me and I did not have anything worthwhile to say, so I wisely did not say it.