{ I must admit, I have thrown my underwear once or twice. }

[delga]

I totally did laundry today; go me. However, having checked my bank account, it seems that I will not be going to see Transamerica on Tuesday, even if the ticket is only £2. Reason? Because I was apparently already into my overdraft when Dad put the money in the account and now I have exactly my rent left in there. My rent which is due a fortnight from now. I think I can make it work out so that if I take out £10 in a week, I can pay for food for a fortnight and then I'll be kosher, not to mention only £10 overdrawn.

The One Stop guy doesn't need more staff; my job interviews in the city went bust. I'm trying to get qualified in at least my proof-reading course by the end of the month, so maybe that will work. There's a position at Blockbusters that's on the other side of the city, so I'm going to see if I can (a) get there by bus and (b) GET THAT JOB but so far the outlook is grim. (Even the supermarkets don't need staff. Not even for the holidays! See my stress levels rise through the roof.)

Anyway, I have an hour before I have to settle down to analyse Casablanca. It's basically meta! except I have to be technical, coherent and write in proper sentences. But still. ! I read more Ulysses whilst watching my laundry this morning, and I find that I love it more every time I pick it up. I just have to find the time and the motivation to do that. (I will confess to often not having a clue what is happening, or what people are talking about, but that resolves itself after a while.)

OK, I'm off to chill until 1pm. Then to do work. :(