I received a slightly worrying phone call the other day. The couple who are renting my flat have asked if they can move out early as they are expecting a baby. So in four weeks the income that I got from my place will have dried up completely. This presents something of a problem as nearly five months on, I still have no job and I am skint. And after the problems with my kitchen (I had to get a new boiler installed which meant pulling up half the floorboards and not having a space to fit the washing machine back into) last year, I don't have the resources to bring it up to scratch for a new tenant.

However, I'm choosing to look at this news as an exciting challenge which I'm going to call "how low will I sink" which will be a lot of fun. I've decided to move back into the flat myself rather than find a flat share. So I need to have at least a couple of hundred quid in my bank account by the end of June.

This move will either be the making or breaking of me. Before I moved out to travel around Australia, I had lived on my own for about five years and my bad habits had a tendency to spiral dangerously out of control – i.e. to sit in on my own and quietly go mental. Since then I was able to semi-train myself back into respectability, particularly in the hostels when complete strangers could wander into your room when you were contemplating the cosmos. Or having a wank. Not me obviously, other people in the hostel.

So I'll have my own place again but without all the things I used to have. When I left I carted tons of books, videos, CDs and DVDs up to my parents loft. I also gave away a ton of stuff as well to people who wanted it. When I move back in I'll have two lamps, some clothes and my MP3 stereo. I think that should be good for me. Sky One shows repeats of Stargate SG1 all day long. I am hooked on this excellent and underrated show. Though it is not as good as Farscape.

I also find it unbelievable but I really want to have a job which has been an alien concept for to me for so long. My days at the moment are either sitting on the internet looking for work or going out cycling over the moors. Today I basically spoke to my dad and sister and went out of the house for about twenty minutes. That's clearly not healthy. The most exciting thing about tomorrow is going to play poker at Andy's (actually I remember now, I did play poker today – I won $2.44, nice!). I think my sister will be coming along to play as well. This allows me to give her a "driving lesson" and at the same time now have to pay £3 for the bus. I am a genius.

And soon to be a mad reclusive one who only eats tuna and rice at that. It will be all I can afford.