03.01.05 * 7:51 p.m.

I'm very much enjoying my new apartment. I'm dancing happily around all four rooms -- the living room, kitchen/dining room, bathroom, and bedroom.

Of course, I am suffering heavily in the finance department. When your monthly intake is barely over fourteen hundred dollars, it's hard to fork over almost five hundred of it toward rent.

And then to add misery onto misery, I earned a speeding ticket on the way to College Girlfriends Reunion weekend. Damn small towns and their frigid cops. Where I'm from, cleavage can get a girl out of a ticket.

And then to add misery to misery to misery, I overdrafted my checking account... four times. I was so excited to see a $120 fine on my online statement the next day. At least that I argued (since they were crafty about running the big check through first so they could fine me on the $6 debits I also charged as well). I didn't even have to show any cleavage for that one, and I saved myself $90.

Anyway, most of my time has been monopolized by work, settling into my apartment, and Sam. He's been wonderful... but gosh... sometimes a girl just wants to chill on her own. When I express this need for space, he smothers me more.

And work is demanding as hell. I'm about to check my twelfth-graders into a hospital for terminal cases of senioritis. Sometimes I want to throw the 2,000 page textbook at them and cry, "READ, YOU FUCKERS! REEEAAADDDD!"

Well, back to work I suppose.