Six

Tonight, I realized that I have been in my new home for six months.
Six months and this house still doesn't feel like it's mine.
Six months and all I can think is that I've got a shrunken bank account and no sense of personal satisfaction.
Six months of accumulating debts and headaches and the secret fear that buying this place was a hideous mistake and that I should put it back on the market and sell it as quickly as possible.
Six months of this and I don't know if I can stand another six months of this bullshit.

Just another Friday afternoon :)

This morning I picked up some sample paints to see what they would look like in my living room. I painted some cardboard and went upstairs to mess around. When I came back down, I decided I liked the one color so much that I might as well see how it looks on my wall. So, I painted a wall. Heh.
Also, the Internet is apparently unsafe and Google Chrome is slow as hell.