What if No One's Watching?

To the asshole who is not me who is using my credit cards and transferring money out of my bank account:

I hate you. You will be caught, and a fiery wrath will reign down upon you. Seriously. Do you have any fucking idea how difficult it is for me to save money? And now you think you are going to get to spend it? Fuck you.

Love,

Grace

So yes, someone has hacked my online bank account and gotten ahold of at least one credit card number. In the space of less than two days, they have managed to wipe everything in my account out (and I *just* got paid) and put me in a pretty seriously overdrawn status. In theory, I should get the money back, but not without a fraud investigation, closing all my accounts, cancelling everything I have set up automatically, etc.

Great.

And this is all so well timed, to, what with the trying to buy a fucking house and everything.

Even aside from this little bit of fraud, it's been a pretty lousy weekend all the way around. The weather is depressing. All of the houses we looked at yesterday sucked. And on and on. It's one of those weekends that makes you look forward to Monday.

One bright spot, though: my amazing friend M. over at the not-very-often updated Drinking Coffee, Playing with Scissors made a donation in Mark's and my name to the American Red Cross. That's cool. Thanks. As soon as I come out of my not-wanting-to-talk-to-anyone funk, I will call. I promise.