I'm still working on the entry about Ethan. I'm trying, I am. Soon. I need to finish it, I need to deal with this. In the meantime, I can't write or think about anything else - or about anything at all, really.

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In the meantime, we put an offer in on the house we liked.. and heard nothing back. Had to call the guy today, two days after the damn offer expired, to find out that the house is in the midst of being foreclosed upon, so the bank is involved, so that's a giant mess.

I'm going to bed. My head hurts from all the crying and typing.