I am rather skint.
In fact, instead of reading rather please read very.
Yesterday I had to go into the bank to withdraw my last £9.50. Very embarrassing, they look at you with that superior knowledge that they have enough money to use a cashpoint machine. cunts.
Once home I had to raid my penny jar to muster enough money to get a travelcard. (at least it worked this time).
Leaving me with precisely 74p to live on until Friday.
So I bought some raisins.
Mmm, lovely raisins.
Yesterday evening I sat and ate just raisins and a stolen sandwich (from my flatmate, as previously discusses this is fine, if it was stolen from Tesco I’d be going straight to hell).
Now, the problem is that although sparrows and things can probably live off raisins. I don’t think we (as in humans) are supposed to. I therefore feel pretty ill today. I mean, it wasn’t as if it was even mixed fruit, or with nuts. Just raisins.
In fact, even a sparrow eats other things. Berries, worms, fray bentos.
But my budget for the week is gone.
I’m going to try and eat a sparrow.