worst day ever.
i wake up to see a shining sun and moderate temperatures, but then find out that my bank account has a -$180 balance. naturally, i run up to the bank. they tell me in so many words to fuck off. of course, all of this wouldn't have been a problem had kristen cross turned in the receipt for the $235 i spent to buy cables for the station two weeks ago (when i gave it to her), or if the us bank people didn't backcharge me for them after i had made some purchases (thus sticking me with four overdraft charges instead of one). at least my loving mother was able to run to the bank and hook up my account with some flow, so those fuckers won't stick me with any other bullshit charges. but still, i have spent the entire day either: a) wanting to burn down said us bank, and b) wanting to run my head into a wall. in between doing all this, i got to argue with cus about their incompetence and read a bunch of lit. theory. really, what i need to be doing is writing papers and doing more reading (always more reading). oh yeah, and write/direct/produce a glow opera (things i should have never agreed to do for 1000, alex).
fuck, fuck, fuck.
fuck, fuck, fuck.