Feeling lousy

Feeling lousy. No, feeling beyond the maximum level of lousiness.

My man was feeling a little under the weather yesterday. So i decided to become his personal nurse without him knowing that i was gonna visit him as he assumed that i was wrapped up in my books to prepare for monday's BSAC1101 Accounting for decision making exam.

Despite the heavy downpour, i marched towards Toowong Village shopping centre to grab his fave japanese cuisine, fave banana & mango juice and a hearty fruit pudding to boost his appetite. As i was packing everything into a flashy new paperbag, i thought i'd get him some daisies to go with his fave turkish delight chocolate nuggets. Because i had paid the rent beforehand, i had also placed the remainder of my cash on hand inside the Hallmark bag the store provided me upon purchasing his 'get well soon' card.

Now i know what some of you are thinking: Why didn't you put them in your wallet instead you ding dong? My answer to that, ladies and gents, would be a simple, "I don't friggin know."

So anyway, after purchasing the flowers... OK you know what? i'll do you a chronological list instead:
- removed card the from the Hallmark bag,
- transfered card into the large paperbag containing food & flowers,
- crumpled the Hallmark bag,
- united Hallmark bag along with unwanted receipts into another plastic bag,
- tossed plastic bag into nearest bin on my way out,
- proceeded journey to his house.

And yes, the plastic bag that i threw away had the Hallmark bag in it.

And yes, the Hallmark bag had the remains of my cash on hand.

And FYI, cash on hand = A$360

It is true. Your very own noble sinner really did threw away three hundred and sixty dollars worth of cash into a garbage bin;
the same way a kid would toss away his enzyme-covered candy wrapper,
the same way ol granny would discard her snot-filled tissue paper,
the same way an average person would dispose of one's rubbish.

Somebody shoot me. Please.