Not quite so easy. I've been working a little bit over 40 hours a week, probably about 42 to 43, and my bed gets more and more comfortable at the end of the day. I used to stay up and watch TV or read till sometimes after midnight, but anymore I'm ready to sleep by 9, and usually actually am in bed by 10:30. I do know people that work 60 to 80 hours a week, so I really am not that bad off at all- I'm spoiled. I really like my job at the bank, but I don't really like the blue vests that we have to wear. Uniforms are convenient and oppressive at the same time.

Sammie is back from her month-long trip to China, and I sent some money with her for pearls- they're really cheap over there. She's bringing them to me this evening; I'm looking forward to seeing what she brought. I trust her tastes, she knows what I like, otherwise I never would have sent the money with her.

I'm going to be starting my sophomore year of nursing at school this coming fall, and then in January I'll be starting my clinicals. Scary and exciting all at the same time.

I'm flying out to Illinois in about a week to see Katy, I'm very excited. I haven't see her for about 8 months.

Rebekah is going to college next week too. I really hope she likes college as much as I do.