Now I'm really feeling the stress. Tomorrow, er, today, I start my Latin Prose Comp class. I'm a little nervous, but what really upsets me is that I now have to face my fate. I can't put off the hardest studying anymore. I've been sleeping really badly for the past few nights. I finally start feeling tired around 2:30 but I've been hearing the clock ring at 3 way too many times. I'm usually up again around 6, with another struggle to fall back asleep. I've got too much to think about, worry about. It's especially hard to read and study, I keep getting distracted.

My financial situation is a bit amiss. The rent checks were late arriving, so are the health insurance and student loans. I'll have to call tomorrow and see if I can undo some of the damage. Ugh. At least my paychecks from the charter school are still coming. Thank God for 12-month pay. Jamie has been a prince. He rented a truck to move me back without putting me through the humiliation of admitting I can't afford it.

There's so much more I don't even want to think about right now, including the fact that I didn't study at all today. It seems that tomorrow will be a new day, but you never know.