WTF?

Some dude totally just hired me to redesign his rental units based upon pictures of my former sixplex...

Huh? So now I'm an interior designer too?!?

Sweet!

Er, except I don't think I have time... shitshitshit.

Did I really say yes to him????

Yes? Yes? When I'm trying to sell a rehab, buy a new house, possibly buy another multifamily bldg, get a real estate license, attend two out-of-state weddings AND travel to Honduras AND Greece all in on summer....?

Did I do that?

Oops.

I'm so fucked.