I think I've established a good, solid, healthy, ever-growing, steady hate for money. We don't have a good relationship. It's not good to me, and I don't appreciate it. Both ways it just downright blows.

One thing after the next. As soon as I think that my student loan stuff is cleared up, now a cheque bounced and I'll probably have a bad credit rating for the rest of my life. Just like that commercial on tv of that guy singing a song about wanting to buy a house but his girlfriend has bad credit so he can't and he lives in a place with like six guys and sections of the band play in every room. Even the bathroom. Now I will be that girlfriend. Money will ruin my entire life.

It was such a stupid mistake. I was in a hurry to write my cheque out for rent. I grabbed the wrong chequebook. To my Lloyd account. The one I never use and had like 100 bucks in it. I didn't even know that I had cheques for that account anywhere where I could grab them. And now there are other difficulties / potencial problems with my student loan which I don't care to elaborate on. And I have the biggest headache I've had in a long time. Tonight is not my night.

Today was my day, though. I had a great day. I got up after sleeping in, read, then went and played tennis and went for a swim in an outdoor pool. Sure, mysteriously the screwdriver that starts my car disappeared, and we had to walk to Slywkas dads' work to grab an envelope opener to be my temp "key". It's actually a golden sword that says VIP on the end of it. But even that, in its oddity was at least amusing. I then proceeded to buy some groceries and Daniel made a delightful supper of parogies and sausage. Onion and bacon. But now, I sit alone in my dimly lit appartment on this Wednesday night, with a furrowed brow, red eyes and a headache.

If only I was an optimist.