Self-Obsessed Pity Alert!
I feel under the weather. A kind of general malaise. Most people seem to think I'm pissed off, but it's nothing so... concrete as that. I just feel... "bleh".
Oh, and I found out that I cannot operate a cash machine any more. I jabbed the buttons in the wrong order, and instead of receiving a fiver from the Mystical Magical Fiver Machine on the High Street, I was given a wad of £250. :-/ Now, i wouldn't complain excet for the fact that this was all my own money in the first place, and I wanted to keep it in there, garnering interest. Stupid money. So I had to go to my actual bank to deposit the cash right back. After all, I don't actually want to spend this cash on things I like, such as food or computer games.
Oh yeah, and the hoarse, scatter-brained lady behind the cashier-desk said I could have a Credit Review, which housemate Cookie reliably informs me involves having an update to my Overdraft. Which would be nice. This occurs on Saturday, or so the bit of paper says.
Oh, and I found out that I cannot operate a cash machine any more. I jabbed the buttons in the wrong order, and instead of receiving a fiver from the Mystical Magical Fiver Machine on the High Street, I was given a wad of £250. :-/ Now, i wouldn't complain excet for the fact that this was all my own money in the first place, and I wanted to keep it in there, garnering interest. Stupid money. So I had to go to my actual bank to deposit the cash right back. After all, I don't actually want to spend this cash on things I like, such as food or computer games.
Oh yeah, and the hoarse, scatter-brained lady behind the cashier-desk said I could have a Credit Review, which housemate Cookie reliably informs me involves having an update to my Overdraft. Which would be nice. This occurs on Saturday, or so the bit of paper says.