and the hits just keep on coming...

So we're gonna have a brief intermission in my autobiographical ramblings to allow me to bitch.

Today has been RIDICULOUS... which is basically just a continuation of the ridiculousness of last week. I swear it feels like I've been back at school for a month rather than a week and a half.

In the past week I have:

~ overdrawn my checking account AGAIN, which would have been a 30 dollar overdraft fee, except that my bank sucks bald blue baboon ass and waited a few days to charge me for some other purchases, so they hit me with FOUR 30 dollar overdraft fees (soon to be five), which puts me approximately 200 dollars in the hole. This resulted in my father lecturing me about financial responsibility... again. Which is total bullshit, because I am the responsible kid. Would it kill him to cut me a break? UGH!

~ discovered that my scholarship money has not yet reached the bursar's office, so not only will I not be receiving a nice happy refund check from them to help pay my rent, I actually OWE them a few hundred smackers and am lucky I'm still allowed to attend classes.

~ run out of my antidepressant/antianxiety medication. WORST WEEK EVER to run out of said drugs. (Big-ass mail-order pharmacy package finally came today, thank gawd. I've been off the Lexapro for about a week now and I am FUCKED UP.)

~ freaked the fuck out and scared my friends 'cause they thought I was having some kind of nervous breakdown.

~ slipped on ice and fallen on my ass at least five or six times.

~ discovered that dear Mr. Buzzy buzzes no more. And I can't afford a replacement!

~ gotten no actual, productive work done.

I swear it's like all the evil forces of the universe have converged over my apartment and are raining their malevalence down upon me. Oy vey.