bad mood

_leareth, beloved provider of trashy sci-fi to the deprived, has set me up with Torchwood S2. WOO. I am rationing myself: one episode per day.

She's also promised to bring me the red wine that I so badly need, and god, do I ever wish I had some tonight :( I usually pride myself on being careful about my finances and never taking money out of my savings account (that's for Europe) but I've just added up my budget for the past few months and I've managed to put myself $300 under where I should be, simply because I have no self-control when it comes to remembering that I do not have a disposable income any more and therefore should not be buying things like books and cups of coffee and -- HAHAHA -- pretty corsets and flights to Melbourne. Shit. I don't want to get a job (I really want to keep my weekends free so that I can go home sometimes) and since all of my meals are being provided by college I really have no excuse for this situation but my own consumerism-induced denial. Well, and the fact that I seem to keep having meals out, which is a REALLY BAD IDEA but does seem to be the only way to socialise.

Also compounding my bad mood is the fact that for once I actually want to get my work done, but the USyd website has chosen this evening to die. So I can't get at the tutorial notes I need.

FINE, UNIVERSE. I'LL BE IN THIS CORNER. WITH A BOOK.