I just closed my Barclays bank account. It was quite a sad experience, especially when the banker guy tore my card in half with his bare hands! I thought that was unnecessarily gruesome. There was a book on his table where you can leave comments about the service. This guy Owain was very popular--people had written things like "Great! Very Helpful! a 'CAN DO' attitude!" or "very friendly, knowledgeable, and passionate!" or, my personal favorite, "If only the Barclay card were this efficient!" I read these aloud to him in an ironic tone. Then he rather bitterly said, "Yeah, and my boss still doesn't give me a pay raise," and I said, "well has he seen the one about the barclay card?" He nodded sadly. Later, he used the word "blimey." Anyway, it's a shame Owain and I couldn't have been better friends. (btw, Owain=Owen. I think it's welsch or something)

In other news, I now have a place to live back in San Diego, and possibly, but not very likely, a job.

Tomorrow I am going to Edinburgh. The bus ride will take 8 hours, which should be simply magical. Actually I am kind of looking forward to it, what with the scenery and all, but Jessie, who gets carsick easily, is not. What a negative nancy, honestly. Hopefully the hobnobs I just bought will appease her. Half of the hobnobs, anyway.