Bugger

My cold has decided to settle happily at the bottom of my chest and not go away. It's not preventing me from breathing (although it's making it iffier than usual), but it's annoying.

Spent an okay day at work. To my utter shock I got a letter in the mail showing me where that mystery $258.48 went to in my bank account. Turns out there's an extra insurance fee on my car. Joy. Well, at least it's accounted for. *sigh*

Oh, and that also frees up my Wednesday so I don't have to run to the bank like an idiot and scream at all of them. Then again, I was highly insulted that I was charged for one-third of a page of a computer printout (not even an official one either, it just looks like the guy printed off his screen) along with a poorly-spelled scribble in blue ballpoint, signed "Alex."

Is that professional, I ask you? It's certainly not worth $5.

Bah.

Oh, and in related financial news, I'm not getting paid until the 28th of the month, because apparently the pay screw-up was "my fault," because I entered my vacation time incorrectly.

48 hours

I'm bloody terrified.

There's a crazed madman who's trying to make the world go to war, and in 48 hours he may well succeed, whether we want to or not.

I think I'm going to do a lot of praying tonight...