Changing Passwords

I tried to get into an important website, only to be told that my password was incorrect. It asked for security questions, all of which I know I answered correctly but the site was insistent that I don't know my favorite color, city I was born in or the street I grew up on. How silly of me to think that my unchanging history would have been a secure enough way to respond to artifical interrogation.

Who am I to argue with a machine? I must have been a different person on the afternoon I created that account. Was I feeling put together that day, confident enough to use proper nouns and a full address? Or was I tired, impatient, and lazy, deciding instead to use shorthand phrases in lower case letters?

If today is going to be so strongly affected by things like capitalization, puncuation, and a poorly used space bar, I may just go back to bed. If the world outside is so intent on denying me of the pleasure of my whims, what choice do I have but to feast, sleep, and binge on science fiction?