We normally reserve Dark Nights of the Soul for finals, which bring out the worst in all of us. But housing brings its own special flavor of nihilism and loathing to the (check-in) table. Straight from our seven days of LiveBwogging, we bring you the darkest highlights (lowlights?) of the housing season. Stress eating: Day […]
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