In the bedroom, on the wall at the foot of the bed, hangs a giant oversized chalkboard, Amanda has been using it to keep a list of important things left to do before the 29th. Today's list: Cancel utilities... finish designing Elizabeth's DVD cover... jump the Mercury & clean it out...

I managed to cancel all the utilities and finished the DVD artwork, but the Mercury didn't go as planned. This morning I parked my Escort nose to nose with the Mercury... got out the jumper cables and tried turning over the engine but just got clicking. So, of course, I waited - hoping the battery just needed a bit more juice. So after about two minutes of sitting in the Mercury, leaning back in the seat, I noticed something: it was quiet. Quieter than it should be. I got out and saw that my Escort wasn't running any-longer. I jumped in the drivers seat only to find that my gas tank had run itself bone dry. Two cars in the drive way and neither one was going anywhere.

For the most part of the day, I just sat around not making the most of my time. I waited [13 hours] as Final Cut exported/ compressed the FutureStars footage I have finished cutting for Pioneer's theatre guild. During that time I spent a few hours trying to figure out why caliblog.com wouldn't load (the server must have gone down). Watched the making of Taxi Driver, studied up on Media Carta, read alot of breaking news on yahoo, and talked to Billy on the phone.



It's funny, this time last year this house looked similar: boxes stacked in every corner of the house, the walls without pictures, the t.v. sitting on the floor of the living room. It's been a year exactly today since I officially moved in with Amanda. I wouldn't have guessed that a year from the day I moved in, that we would both be preparing to move across the country. We made it this far... and without much difficulty... I believe that when I say; we will be okay... I am being reasonable. I love you, Amanda.