Diary of an up and coming sociopath

So, it’s almost midnight. Or, is it almost 1am tomorrow? Is it actually 11pm yesterday? I sure as hell don’t have a fucking clue, and I suspect it’s due in no small part to the fact that yesterday morning I somehow managed to go to bed at 5:30am. What sort of world is it where you can’t trust your own clocks? I keep wondering who’s to blame for this situation. The Government? Scientology? Some kind of Illuminati-based Masonic cult? I think I’m going to take direct aim at the Farmers. See, BST (Bloody Stupid Time) exists, to my knowledge, solely because a bunch of people decided that rather than just setting their alarms an hour earlier to take advantage of the increased daylight hours, they would instead force EVERYONE in the country to realign their clocks. I’m not entirely clear as to why things couldn’t be left on GMT all year ’round, since let’s face it, the benefits don’t seem immediately obvious. Savings on power because it’s light later in the day? Preventing sunrise/sunset from happening at strange hours of the afternoon in the extreme northern parts of the country? They all sound like pretty flimsy reasons to me, though i’m sure there’s someone out there willing to prove me wrong.

Ah well. Luckily, it doesn’t matter what time of the day it is when all you’re doing is playing Unreal Tournament 2004. What a game. It’s so good, I just might buy it. I did buy comics yesterday, and I’ve been throwing money about to add to my collection of the obscurest Placebo releases (Nancy Boy 1-Track, Protege-Moi 1-track Promo. Can you feel the excitement?) so maybe I’ll wait a bit. In fact, that sounds like good motivation to e-mail Aqua and get my pay for the recent testing. Though really, that’s contributing to my rent. I preferred it when financial issues existed only as some kind of abstract future concern. Still, I won’t let that defeat me, since it seems ever since I’ve had this blog I’ve been whining about a lack of money. It’s bound to change once I get a full-time job, right? Semi-Rhetorical, that.