one of those weeks

So far in the past seven days I've:

• Lost my Debit Visa card - it means for 7-10 working days I have to go to the bank if I wants my monnies. I can't pay my phone bill online either. Oh noes!
• Had the worst cold in recent memory (ie. since I had glandular fever which really does feel like the worst cold ever). I was so angry I was grumpy at work and yelled at people. Then I went home and slept.
• Made at least 100 barcodes for random PS2 games. No. It's not as exciting as it sounds.
• Worn a kilt.
• Almost ran out of petrol.
• Bought a single bread roll from Coles to have with soup for lunch twice, only to meet Mum and have her buy lunch for me (they're 55cents each by the way. I don't know what they taste like).
• Rescheduled an interview with a yoga instructor twice. His sixth and most recent email is the only one that hasn't consisted only of 'Ok (smiley face)".
• Pressed the snooze button on my alarm at least five times over the course of two mornings.
  
• Had my morning latte from Gloria Jeans without it's best friend, Mr Raisin Toast.
• Thought I was a complete commedienne because my one and only real friend that doesn't call me sexy at work, Jeremy laughed at every single humorous thing I said. I think he was just happy I wasn't in a yelling mood today.
• Realised that one of the managers looks like Mr Bean.