Things are not all rosy in MattLand, either. His plan to strike out from the ordinary and create a leather floor is consuming much more of his time than he imagined. His painting is incomplete as his floor swatches stretch out before him like a cruel, leathery grin. He turns to Michael and says, "You know how things always seem like a good idea until you're doing them?" Hmmmm... let me see if I can flashback to a recent conversation that I had to see if I can empathize.

Sars: Hey, Mr. Sobell. How's about recapping Top Design?
Mr. Sobell: Sure. What's the worst that could happen?

No, Matt. I don't understand what you're talking about. Not at all.

That short shriek of agonized frustration can only mean one thing: Goil is having floor issues too. Goil attributes his current woes to a lack of patience. Perhaps, but the fact that he's swinging a hammer like he's trying to bludgeon the floorboards into submission probably isn't making this go any easier. Jiminy, Goil, what happened to you? Where's the confident young man whose designs captured the heart of Alexis Arquette? Where's the plucky fellow who built rollaway beds and hideouts and planted ceramic peppers hither and thither? All I know is that the shrieking little goofball who's flinging around floorboards and simpering to his carpenter about how frustrated he's become is not that man. So get it together, dude. Sarah the Carpentress says much the same thing as I just did, only pithier and nicer and with fewer links to Alexis Arquette. To his credit, Goil gives the requisite props to Sarah for talking him down off the ledge: "She's actually also better than me as well, because she's calm when I am not." Dude, if that's your metric for measuring who's better than you, I'm guessing it's not that exclusive a list. People who test espresso shots for a living are calmer than Goil.