I just started Andre Agassi's autobiography, Open. What an amazing childhood. I can't put it down, but the abuse and incredible relationship with his father makes me cringe and hurt for him. He appears so sweet and gentle and I'm sure he is the person he is today because of his father, but the price seems awfully high.

Made it safe and somewhat sound back from Utah. I got a cold and it lingered throughout my stay, but not bad enough to send me to bed, however, when I returned to California I stayed in bed all day the day after my flight.

Still waiting for the miracles. Everyday, my self esteem and confidence seem to shrink like a sun dried tomato. The job market seems worse than when I first began this journey almost a year ago.

Update: I finished the book and I am so happy for Andre. He has a wonderful life with Steffi. I would read his descriptions of games and then look for them on Youtube and watch the game. His recall of the game and what he was thinking was amazing. He has inspired me to play tennis again and to be a better person. Thanks Andre.