Yeah, my life, so hard.
About the goddamn Eyjafjallajökull erupting. I didn't feel anything like this a couple of years ago when the global financial system almost collapsed around our heads. Things still seemed to be somewhat under control, then. But this? How the fuck do you control a volcano? And what happens if Katla also erupts?
I think I might be having an existential crisis over this whole thing. It's not like me at all.
On my way to get some lunch I bumped into two pretty guys with signs saying they were giving out free hugs. I asked why and they said they were going to make the world a better place, one hug at a time. I literally went aww, which in turn seemed to make them happy.
And hi there being up too late at night, sleeping in too long in the morning and missing people trying to get in touch with me on the phone or ringing the doorbell, and then feeling ashamed when they ask where I was and needlessly lying about it because I didn’t want to admit I was still sleeping at 1 pm, and so feeling like a complete idiot when they see through my pathetic lie but are too nice to call me on it, and then having to chant humiliation is good for the soul in my head for the next six hours or so before I start to feel like myself again.
The whole thing would be so much less stupid if I was younger and actually didn’t know any better.
And today I begun the process of moving my money and savings out of my old bank and into another, much smaller and refreshingly client-oriented bank.
I've been so thoroughly disgusted with my Big Bank and its epic loss of money and shameful part in another country's possible financial downfall that it was the only way. My new bank, thankfully, doesn't seem to focus all its energy on complicated loans and dealings that has nothing to do with its actual clients. And it's got better interest rates, which of course is nothing to frown at.
This woman is married with at least four children - one of which threw a small rock at me once when I said I couldn't talk to him anymore because I had to go to work.
The whole thing is starting to freak me the hell out.
Goddamnit, I hate mopeds. Hate them. The annoying, shrieking sound that FRIES YOUR BRAIN, the foul-smelling, blue-toxic exhaust that you can actually see, even when the air isn't cold. Driven by people you wouldn't trust with an electric screwdriver.
If I wasn't so tired I'd rant some more, but, well ... there it is.