Today was an odd day.
For the first time since this whole condo buying thing started I woke up not feeling any sort of anxiety.
That lasted until I logged onto my bank’s site and checked my balance.
It’s a rather complicated story, but suffice to say that I needed to get some money into my checking account in a hurry.
I threw on some clothes, jumped into my car, and headed to the branch of my bank across the street.
The bank wasn’t open yet, but I just needed to access the ATM anyway.
I rushed out of my car to the ATM up front. There was a screen saying “Temporarily closed.”
I ran over to the drive-through ATMs. One had a blank screen, and the other lane was closed off behind metal doors.
I swore – a lot – and got back in my car and drove down to the Giant, which has a branch of my bank in it.
After several abortive attempts (lots of incorrectly punched keys), I had finally gotten the money I needed off my credit card and deposited into my account.
The only problem was that it wasn’t enough, and I needed to get more off my other card, which I didn’t remember the PIN for, so I had to drive home and find it. Still, I had a little more time to get that taken care of, as the major crisis had been averted, so I was able to go for a walk to burn off the stress-related energy and take a shower before heading out again.
Now I’m all set, but wariness is preventing me from letting the anxiety go away, as I’m certain that the second I relax I will be hit with something else.
I have to say that the whole experience was the clearest evidence yet that there really is some guiding intelligence behind the universe and that it loves to fuck with me.
Once I got home again the adrenaline had all worn off and I was pretty well disgusted with life in the waking world, so I went back to bed for a couple of hours.
Then I got up and became even more disgusted with the waking world by watching the movie “Son of the Mask,” which I had set my DVR to record last night.
I knew it would be bad, but I thought that at the very least it would have some entertaining special effects.
This movie had no redeeming value whatsoever and was one of the all-time worst movies I’ve ever seen. I don’t think there was any way that I could have prepared myself for just how bad it was.
After that was over I checked my mail and found more evidence of the Universe fucking with me.
The first thing was a statement from Sprint indicating that I have a credit balance of $333.
That is seemingly a good thing, but I’m uncertain as to how that will work now that I’ve switched over to Nextel. Even though Nextel is the same company now, they are still somewhat separate, and my Nextel account number is different from my old Sprint PCS account number, which is the account under which I have the credit.
So what will happen? Will I get a check for the credit? Will it be applied to my new account? Or will it just sit there as something that I can’t actually access in any fashion?
I’m betting that it will work out the third way.
Then there was the other odd thing, which took the form of the Christmas present from my sister Kristy which was outside my door waiting for me when I went out to check my mail.
Because I’m going to be at work on Christmas morning anyway I figured I’d say “Screw tradition” and open it immediately.
It was a set of pajamas.
The odd thing is that yesterday I’d been sitting around the apartment in the sweat pants I work out in and thinking that I need to pick myself up a new set of “lounge pants” for wearing around the apartment.
And then, the next day, in some act of providence, I’m delivered a new set of pants, in the form of the pajamas, that I can wear around the apartment.
So obviously I appreciate the gift, as it’s precisely what I had been wanting, but given how the Universe has been acting lately I can’t help but be suspicious of this strange act of providence.
Apart from the Universe playing “Stupid Jon Tricks,” today was pretty uneventful.
There are things that I could, and in some cases probably should, be doing right now, but I just don’t feel up to it.
Lately I’ve been feeling myself moving into “hibernation mode” to an extent that I haven’t in about ten years.
This isn’t quite that severe as that particular bout, though. After all, that winter was my first winter alone after my marriage had fallen apart, I was working at a job I hated on the overnight shift (which only adds to feelings of fatigue), and living in a crappy, depressing little apartment.
So basically when I didn’t absolutely have to be awake I was asleep. I’d say that on a typical weekday I was only awake for 10 hours. And on the occasions when I wasn’t at work and I was awake I was usually drunk.
So obviously my current state is much different, but I haven’t felt so tired and inclined to just crawl under the blankets (though not into the bottle) since that time.
Still, I hate to give in and just sleep away all of my free time, even though it’s unlikely that I’ll actually accomplish anything if I stay awake.
In any case, that will do it for today’s entry.
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