Left Rick and Claire's and drove from Covington to New Orleans this morning. I'm taking a class this week at the airport Hilton, but I decided to stay at the Best Western to save money. It's a pit, I got a non-smoking room that smells like smoke and has two ashtrays, the elevator is broken, it took a phone call and a trip to the front desk to get the long-distance authorized on my phone. In addition to that, it's near the airport and right next to a railroad track. One more thing and I'm checking out.

I've been stressing about this class, because I'm taking a certification exam afterwards in front of a panel of experts. Most people at our company think that you can't pass the exam unless you've worked at this particular task for years. After today, I feel pretty good, but I've got a lot of studying to do.

Our fantasy football team squeaked another victory, I did as poor a coaching job as you can do. Our bench scored two and a half times as much as our starters, but with this win, we control our own destiny. With three more wins we're in the playoffs.

Late.