all i do on this blog is complain, complain, complain... my stomach's growling. according to oprah's fitness guru, that means that the fat montster is eating the stored fat cells. whoopee. this has been a sucky-ass night. the day was great - got a lot of grading done, read a little bit, sat in front of the fire, watched some CSI... and then the night turned to shit. so, i called the bank to check my balance, and they have apparently closed my account (was overdrawn for a bit... they apparently had no faith that i would put some funds back in). SHIT! can you hear that? that's the sound of my credit rating plummeting into the depths of hell. oh, further? yep, it might be past the depths and into the "never coming out of hell" region now. want to know a secret? this is so very not me... sometimes i wish i would meet and marry somebody who could afford to fix my credit mistakes. how very un-feminist is that? i hate that i think like that sometimes, but i get into this panicky mindset and it just happens. too many out-of-date romance novels. this is not a very auspicious beginning for 2003.