Barely 3 hours ago, I had about a dollar and twenty cents in cash, a negative amount of my ez-link card, and about three dollars which I couldn't touch in my bank account. Having spent the entire day with that state of finances and consequently feeling insignificant in our capitalist society, you can probably imagine the joy that a late night trip to the nearest automated teller machine brought.
I had money to spend again! I could take public transport again!
I left the petrol station, bursting at the seams with barely contained rainbows and care bears and sparkly beams of star shine. Heading straight into the streets I thought that I would burst into a maniacal burst of joy before I leave the bright lights of the petrol station into the cover of the street. Once on the streets, I burst out in a tremendous fit of giggles and proclaimed victory over the forces of poverty with a fist punch. And, that was it. I did not have anything else with which I could have expressed my joy. Which, was extremely anticlimactic and kinda self defeating.
Ugh. I need a hug.
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