blargh

Last night after the Hungarian apartment fiasco I was up until 5AM attacking Craigslist and the NY Times rental listings. Then I got back up at 6 to go to work. Now it's 1:30AM and I can't sleep again.

Things will calm down when this gets settled. We put a deposit down on a triplex at 88th and Lex that we saw with a seven foot tall Russian guy with a fake name and consuming love of his iphone. I'm not going to editorialize about it until I've slept and I'm trying not to burden our spectacularly limited readership with my manic facebook status updates.

I would like to hear more about how Gui feels about the new place.

Our other broker who I just broke up with emailed me back and was incredibly cordial, gentle and friendly. My relationship with the NYC broker pool is getting all I Am Legend.

If we don't get approved for this current apartment I need a brief break from our tour of Manhattan's most expensive closets. I'm a bit worn out. After a little siesta and some solid billable hours, we'll head back to Julio Lee (you rock!) and Fun Beardy Guy (so do you!).

In an early effort to stave off lawyer discrimination, I may have mentioned to tonight's broker (with a big smile and lots of giggles) that I heard people don't like to rent to lawyers. He denied it. At least Julio owned it.