Today I bought the Matrix: Reloaded soundtrack. That movie is really growing on me. I'm getting to like it more than the original. I idolise Agent Smith and want to be like him. Well, in a couple of ways at least. I want to be relentless.

I hate being irresolute, and the only thing I dislike more is being irresolute in front of an audience. Which I did this evening, briefly. In my defence I was tired and a little flaky from cold medication, but that doesn't do much to salve my wounded pride. That aside, I'm still wasting far too much goddamned time, and I need to pull myself together. At least I did some work today though; last week I did bugger all. And I do also seem to be becoming slowly more self-aware, which is good because it's about time.

In other news, I made myself a profile on the Australian Match.com site a little while ago. I did it because the only reason I could think of not to was shame and embarrassment, both of which strike me as rather dubious reasons not to do anything. So, I signed up. It's kind of a dump compared to Nerve; there's a certain grim quality in the air somehow. Also, I saw my sister on there this evening, so she'll probably see me on there shortly; perhaps we can even have an awkward slash wry conversation about it sometime. Overall the experience seems to be good for the soul, despite (well, probably because of) the frequent testing one's basic faith (in oneself, humanity at large, the idea of a just and merciful universe) undergoes. But mostly it's kind of reassuring. The boat is leaky and not going anywhere, so to speak, but it's reassuring to have so much company.