Making it to September 1st without being eliminated seemed like scaling Everest without oxygen back in May. Seven days in is just gravy. Not the awesome gravy that my mom used to make with pot roast. Not really even the ok kind that comes in a jar. More like the stuff you make from a packet, set the heat too high, and forget to stir, and that ends up tasting like you melted down a raincoat. But still... gravy.