One week. One week until the big day. I wish I could say I'm nervous, but I'm not. I really scored when I found Sherri. She supports me in more ways than anyone else has. You know, other girlfriends or friends... or even family that did more to encourage my old lifestyle than push me to find a new one.

If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be in this wonderful place ripping my hair out over mis-wired systems, outputs that don't work, and the stress of getting this project that's already way late out the door by the end of the week. Thanks, Sherri. Thanks for nothing... haha, j/k. You know I love you.

Speaking of work, things seem to be going smoothly for the time being. It turns out that the second day of every week is the "bad" day. The day when nothing goes right, I miss deadlines, and drive home so pissed off that I black out for miles at a time.

Today started with a bang. I ripped the system apart and rewired everything so the DVD recorder is properly hook up for good. I burned two discs that went bad for a variety of reasons, but the third one looks to be good. (it's finalizing as I type.)

I'm done next Tuesday at the latest, then I'm moving on to other potential projects starting up next month. Unless I get a call-back from this job.

So it looks like things are taking off after the writer's strike put me out of commission for the past six months. I'm making good money, good connections, and a miserable drive. Middle-class... I have arrived!