Zombie statues

I had a dream last night that I went back in time with my parents to revisit conversations where important conspirational things were said. In one incident, I accidentally revealed myself to a conspirator, changing the timeline. This started a chain of events that eventually caused a small group of my friends to go upstairs and get stoned. Only they weren't stoned, they were more like zombie statues.

Visitors

Brown butterfly that came to see me while I was half-naked, getting ready for work. Do you know how hard it is to try and shepherd a butterfly out of a bedroom?



This green insect, camouflaged as a leaf, came and sat on my desk to watch me file some articles. It still is sitting, still is sitting on the bust of Strauss upon my deskinor. (That Poe spoof totally didn't work, however there is a bust of Strauss sitting on my bedside table).

Anyone got a spare $700K?

My brother, the rich one, just sent me an email detailing precisely how I may be able to afford a place to live in this unaffordable town of mine. Specifically, the north shore of Sydney.

Apparently if I threw my life savings into a mortgage and my parents threw what they got from the sale of their investment house into my mortgage and I bought a 3 bedroom apartment for $600-700K and rented two rooms out and I claimed 2/3 of expenses from tax, then I could probably manage a ten year mortgage. Probably dependent on me eating beans on toast during that time.

It's times like these when I take the Anton* school of thought - "if it's going to take 20 years before I'm out of debt compared with renting, then I think I'll rent".

* Anton is my sister's boyfriend. He is encouragingly pragmatic.