I wake up feeling awful, like I'm hungover, but I'm not. I make myself a cup of coffee and search the house for anything with sugar in it, which turns out to be a square of chocolate with a photo of a Midtown condo development on it. I am not particularly hungry for anything else, which leads me to wonder if I have brain cancer. I have nothing to do till 4:30 – when I have an interview for a writing assignment – so I decided to spend the day trolling for and playing with buyers. First I go to a craigslist forum, first time I've ever done that, and reassure the guy who has been told that the closing costs on a $250,000 house will run him $25K. I write a well-reasoned, reassuring, top-financial-guru kind of post, and only later notice that he's in Philly. D'oh! Then I have a FSB...
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