thanks to my eftpos card getting scratched up in a kiwibank money machine i've had no access to cash money all weekend. i had forgotten what that is like.

things i have learnt this weekend:

• that the bread i usually buy is obscenely expensive.
• that the yoghurt i buy is extravagant but it is an extravagance i can't do without (fyi, puhoi)
  
• that if i can't survive for one weekend, i am not prepared for when the bird flu hits, and
  
• that bnz is the worst bank in the history of banks

but despite the whole card getting scratched up, luck was a lady. i bumped in to my father in town, which left me with cash in my pockets and a smile on my face. plus i found three dollars in my laundry hamper. cha-ching.

anyway because i was poor i spent most of the weekend doing free things. or shopping on the internet where magnetisim of my credit card was irrelevant. and on that point, internet groceries aren't delivered in the weekend. who knew?

i have also carried on with reading the millions of books i have bought on special over the past month. this is the to read pile by my bed...

i have zero tolerance for crap books basically too. so some of these books may never get read. which reminds me that the last book i read was j-pod by douglas coupland and i expected to be indifferent to it because i was indifferent to generation x but the exact opposite.... i adored it. ADORED it. if you know anything about me you know i wont be able to tell you why. because i hate to describe things like books or movies. but anyway, books about corporate life and criminal underbellies are right up my hutt valley. plus i laughed OUT LOUD. but then that could have been the poverty. being poor inspires hilarity (like in the movie titanic how the lower decks had a rollicking good time til that whole iceberg thing).