stormmonkey's been moving out, without any noticeable trace of "She" histrionics. I'm sure it's just a matter of time (No! Not the PS2!), but still, things were doing well.
I managed to get at least 6 hours of sleep, and then did my jack into the computer thing. I tried to do something useful, and reconciled the bank account for April.
And someone's written a fraudulent check on my account. I don't remember the circumstances, but I apparently never wrote any checks for the range 3551 to 3575, and some dipshit just wrote check 3552 for $50 in LA.
Now, to be honest, I'm still using my shared account with Larri. And I have some vague memory of handing her some checks for it way back when - and the checks around that range were written in 2001. So if she wanted to, and she had the checks, she could semi-legally use them (Only semi, since our finances were separated some time ago).
But not some guy named, it appears, "Brian" in LA. I'm going to have to try a stop payment for the whole damn range, and go through the whole fraud process. Just. Bloody. Wonderful.