Diary of an up and coming sociopath

This morning Ian and I mosied on down to the comic shop in order to buy some stuff. I somehow managed to not go in the last few weeks, but there were issues to pick up today, and lack of money or not, I need my comics. Yesterdya, I had been looking on the Too Much Coffee Man website and wondering when a new issue would be out. Well, I discovered when I was at the shop: Last week. I got myself a copy, but I haven’t read it yet, I’m saving it to read in the hospital tomorrow.

I did some half-arsed revision, but I’m just going to cram it all in on Monday, I think. Then it’s a mere three weeks or so until I find out how I did in all my stuff. Not that it matter much at this point. I’ve been looking for jobs to apply for, but it’s a difficult task. I’m not so sure online is the best place to do it. Of course, I’m also considering finding temporary work in Oxford until I move out, since I’m pretty lean on cash at present. Still, Wednesday morning’s the time to really start worrying about that.

It’s always the end of term when I wake up and discover I have no money. Barclays informed me today that Tescos debitted £9.33 from my account on the 21st of June, which is 3 days from now. It seems my spending habits have exceeded linear time’s ability to catch up with them.

Anyway, tomorrow I’m going back home, as is mostly usual, and getting a few more comics from Stratford. Then we’re going to the hospital, then to the carvery with Josh, Paul and Sam, and then knowing the usual order of things, back to Josh’s for a bit. On Sunday it’s father’s day, which involves the unenviable task of trying to buy my excessively monied and minimalist* father something he can use. Right now, Rob and I have it narrowed down to: A new sponge for washing his car. I’m sure I’ll come up with something though. I was going to trick him into expressing want for a DVD the other week, but I forgot and I suspect he’d have just told me he wasn’t that interested in films anyway, which to be fair, he isn’t. There was always the comedy option of buying him the James Hunt F1 greats DVD, but the time has passed for that. Maybe his birthday, though.

*I mean lifestyle wise. The TV thing the other day was a rare excess. He does have a few hobbies but they’re hard to buy for.

Anyway, on Sunday I’ll be dragging Nikki back here, so part of my aim before bed is to make sure the place is presentable. I’ve no doubt it is anyway, but it can’t hurt to be sure. I don’t like to seem undomesticated. Speaking of which, today I put a half load of washing on, erroneously believing it would take half the time. Well, it just uses half the water. Of course, it’s probably more like two-thirds of the water, which makes me wonder just what the hell it’s even for in the first place. Another lesson learned.