At midnight, this is what I have, after a frantic search for a drill that works, a heated argument with the aforementioned skilsaw, and at last, another grudging trip to Lowe's, where a sweaty, balding-but-not-in-a-sexy-way salesman disparaged my hardware choices and gazed at my breasts like a Labrador retriever at a big juicy steak. But I digress. It's over half done! Yippee!