I lost
I didn't get the apartment. Whoever was bidding against me obviously had much deeper pockets. I guess in a way I should be glad since I'm not really sure it was worth the price asked, but damn, I really wanted it, and it was so bloody perfect for me. Everything just fit and yes, I admit that I fell in love. Which you're really not supposed to do. But which I did. And I spent last night reading on-line interior decorator catalogues and dreaming of red tile floors. Dammit. And later today I must go in and try and persuade my employer I'm worth a raise *I'm* not even sure I'm worth. Which I probably shouldn't admit publically, except she's non-computer literate so I shouldn't think it'll matter. Dunno how I'm supposed to exhude perkiness and self-confidence when all I really want is to go home, pull a blanket over my head and cry.