In accordance with my New Plan To Have A Perfect Admirable Existence, yesterday I resolved to start getting up at 8am. Sadly, today, as soon as I'd switched my alarm off, I went back to sleep, but I did manage to get up at 9.25, which is a marked improvement on recent days, so w00t.
I took the tram to the bank. The exact reasons as why to why are very dull, but:
1. Some weeks ago, I was told to set up an Australian bank account and did just this.
2. A week later, I got sent my PIN number and dutifully tore it up, certain I would take its memory to the grave. After all, I still remember my ex-ish person Chris's PIN number, four years after discovering it, despite never (yet) having had any cause to use it.
3. Weeks pass, in which I have no reason to access said bank account.
4. However, today, the time finally comes for me to withdraw some cash from it, and I have no idea what my PIN number is.
However, in an attempt to avoid having to confess this to the bank people, I entered what I thought might be my PIN number on the cash machine outside, and to my delight, I was right!
Much to my dismay, however, there turned out to be no money in said account to withdraw, because, as it turns out, the Powers That Be who were supposed to be putting some in have lost my details.
Still, it was not an entirely wasted trip, because I had to go to the nearby supermarket to buy some bread and dental floss. (No, flossing isn't part of Plan To Have A Perfect Admirable Existence, I wouldn't do something that clichéd: I'd just run out.)
The rest of the day was solely spent getting my website back into shape, and working lotsly, because I am behind. Truly, future historians using my journal as a primary source for researching early 21st century life will be unable to abandon this thrilling document for even a moment!
Wednesday 14 July 2004
Struggled to sleep last night and slept through my alarm once again. Then, when I came to, I was pinned to my bed by a bad case of lack-of-home-ophobia. It's not that I've any problem with being in Australia (much as I miss my friends and would at least like the compensation of being able to walk); it's just that I don't feel like my room here is a "home". It's cold, it's full of someone else's things and it contains a minimal number of my possessions. They're pretty much the only things I ever use on a regular basis and yet I've never felt at home except when surrounded by a large amount of my stuff. And ten weeks is a long time to have been away from it.
But, realising there was noot I could do but ignore this feeling, I finally got up, expecting it to be about 11.30. But it was merely 9.30. Hurrah! I have clearly pleased the hand of time and encouraged it to start flipping back now and again!
Int evening I worked on my computer game a bit, as I want to enter it in a competition but want to get it beta-tested first - and other people entering it have started asking for testers, so argh, I must hurry up and get to that stage. Then I went to the cinema to see "Touching The Void", as I don't know how much longer it'll be showing for. Twas good.
It occurred to me today that I have no idea why my Yahoo account is in the name of mystic_zed_the_mad_medium. Certainly, the name is based on the character Maegan The Mad Medium in the Scott/Alexis Adams text adventure "Voodoo", but why I decided to adapt this name for my own purposes is beyond me.
Nonetheless, I suppose my current mood makes me a happy medium. Groan.
