Our lawyer dumped us. Basically, he has so many other clients suing this asshole of a builder that he knows there isn't enough money left to go around and so he can't fairly represent us. So, he referred us to another lawyer.

Yay!

Thursday, I meet with the builder's former foreman to go over what's left to be done on the house. We'll probably end up signing a contract with him to get it finished. We have to finish it. A half-built house is worthless: nobody will buy it, nobody can use it, and it would cost a fortune to demolish. So, the only way is forward. Bleeding money the whole way.

For reasons I won't get into, I have a fresh supply of Vicodin in the bathroom (sadly, I was only prescribed the one Valium). Feels like a good time to get down on 'em. Float away for a while.

I won't.

Still, feels that way.