The saga of Kat vs. Chevy Chase has ended...

And I guess you could say they won. They messed up a simple transaction and hit me with an overdrawal fee that wiped out my last babysitting check. I went to talk to a manager who informed me that if I'd deposited the check using a teller, not an ATM, everything would have been fine -- but they still can't take off the overdrawal charge because, frankly, they don't want to. I paid off the charge and am withdrawing my business to join the hordes of people dissatisfied with their institution.

Maybe I'll make a Facebook group. How else do you deal with unimportant college angst?

Speaking of which, Ian and I have created our very own Elevators Are for Floors 4-7 Only group. If you agree with our creed, and I assume you do, because you are absolutely inhuman if you don't, join us and fight the good fight.

I had a truly lovely time last night at the NARC. Ian visited me, and I met a few other McDowellers who were entertaining. Despite the techno music one of the visitors put in the player, it was a good night.

However, I trust that Friday will be even better, because I will no longer be here. All the angst that has added up over the last two weeks is starting to drive me clinically insane. A nice long break to catch up on work and catch up with friends will make me very happy, as will prowling Wal-Mart at four in the morning. Livin' la vida loca...