All the warnings I had about "Up" being sad were right. And then some.

Sometimes I think I solve half the world's problems just pounding the pavement.

Yes, this is behind schedule, but I figure I'm too far invested in this darn thing to abandon ship.

Thursday night I was ready to set the bookcase on fire after an unsuccessful hour spent trying to figure it out. This short-term disenfranchisement was compounded by 90% of my worldly belongings being still in boxes, extreme exhaustion and a diet consisting mostly of frosted mini wheats and coffee. Friday, however, I got out the hammer and started wailing on the thing and apparently that was just what the doctor ordered. I also ate something other than cereal and bought flowers. So, go me.