Worst. Feeling. Ever.
I unleash a barely restrained message onto Perry's voice-mail, and eventually we get in touch with him. Evidently, all is still well. This paperwork is all bullshit, according to Perry. Apparently, it's just some clever ruse in order to get the rest of the house financed. I'm still not sure that Perry doesn't have his head up his butt. So keep your fingers crossed for us -- or give us $80,000. Either will do.
Poker tomorrow night. Maybe I'll win $80,000.