money makes the world go around (or?)

Eating slimy 30 cent-pasta and inhaling the last drop of sangira in an attempt to numb the fact that I have no money. Or, pardon me, I do have money. 15 cents. Logging into my internet bank account as often as I can blink to see if the salary has arrived. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. And not this time either. I'm gonna go get ready so I can sprint over to the store and buy proper food once the account says "GO!!!!!". This is the most interesting monday so far. While being exceptionally poor money-wise, the wonderful weekend has been spent like this: