Rain in The City

It's raining again. It seems like whenever it rains I post. Funny, that.

The apartment is almost set up entirely how I want it. Still need to reconfigure the desk and figure out what to do with the spare TV. It's still woefully taking up our sitting area.  It's a table, I swear.

I keep having to remind the boyfriend to throw his garbage away into the garbage cans and not leave them just sitting there. Ugh.  No matter how old they get, boys are always still little children in some aspects.

I've been getting worried about money lately. It's a tad ridiculous but I've felt like I've been spending as if it were water. Inflation is such a bitch.  I swear, all the diners have already updated their menus so everything is $0.25-0.50 more expensive. It doesn't seem like much, but it adds up.  I'm exit-polling on Saturday so that should be at least $50 bucks, hopefully closer to $100 though.

I dropped out of my playwriting class. I decided that the screenplay I'm working on is too important to let myself be distracted by theater. We all know what happens when I let theater into my life. I just can't do it.  I need as much time for the screenplay, the rest of my homework, and finding a job as possible. I solemnly swear to not let theater take over my life this semester. Amen.