Status update

Both my closings are in trouble...

113K worth of outstanding code violations on the place I'm buying... need Seller to holdback 10K in Escrow;

Lawyer who hates the Condo President and vice versa on the other side, holding up the acceptance of an affidavit for my sale... (and the opposing attorney says he WILL hold up this sale if he doesn't get this affidavit from my president... with whom I spent an HOUR AND FORTY FIVE MINUTES OF PACKING TIME TONIGHT kissing his ass, and to reach whom, I gave away a television set to my security guard...Yeah. I've lived in Miami too long, but I know whose palms to grease.)

And Las Vegas may not be moving out here.

And you know what? It's so much to handle, I'm simply not.

I don't give a fuck.

Whatever.

If I think about everything, I'll have a nervous breakdown. So I'm just not thinking about it. I've groomed my liver for these high stress scenarios, and now I'm just letting the chips fall where they may.

La, la, la, la, la.

And RT - if you could send me some of your Xanax...

I'd repay you in Brownies once I move. Delicious, homemade brownies, made with deep appreciation.

Back to ironing, packing, and not caring, generally.