I. WIN.

It only goes to show that if you bang your head against the wall hard enough and long enough, eventually you get what you want. We got the house we wanted. We are getting the money back we asked for...and we are moving the fuck out of this place. I admit the battle was hard and my anxiety only got worse. Yesterday was a disaster for my body and brain. But reading that email this morning made me smile. "To whom should I make the check out?" Victory is sweet.

Personal note: As I'm sitting watching "Hoarders" on TV and getting chills down my spine, I looked past my TV and look at my guitar. Which has been hanging on the wall, lonely and abandoned for close to 5 months now. When I started feeling really bad in March and April, I stopped my lessons and rarely had the energy to pick it up and practice. Tonight, I shut the TV off, dusted the guitar, tuned it, and decided to learn "Billionaire". Two hours later, I'm sitting on my bed, humming "...the world better prepare....oh when I'm a billionaiiiire..." to my cat. She didn't run away....actually, she didn't even wake up. I take that as I good sign.

Feels good. I have a new interest in life again. This round goes to me...with the help of my happy pills.