the iphone:
i rode down to the optus shop at 9 but there was a queue of 30 people for a friggin phone. so i wasnt going to queue. it's beneath me. and its just a fucking phone. so no. i rode back home.

temptation peaked again mid afternoon when i saw an internet post that said there was no queue, and they still had stock. so i rode down again, got there, and then realised i'd left my wallet at home. bu-bow.

back i go.

and rode down a third time. went over all the plans. went over the pre paid options. umm'ed and arr'ed for ages and even fondled their last pre-pay phone.

when the time came, i couldn't say yes.
i didnt want to commit to a contract, didnt want to fork out for prepay, even i could probbably claim 80% of it back through work. i almost didnt want the liabilty of having the phone. in my gut, nothing really felt right, for whatever reason. i felt dirty being part of it all.

and so much to the annoyance of the salesperson i said no again. right at the last minute. after walking in with the intention of purchasing.

its something more than just cold feet.

i've never brought a new phone in my life, i don't use mine a great deal now (it's michelles great lil secondhand one), and i don't want to either. my two purchases this year have been two changes of clothes and a computer for work (75% of which was claimed back). somehow i've got into this habit of not spending any cash. and now i'm almost _fearful_ of doing so, you know, because i'm almost cirtain i won't get the most enjoyment possible out of whatever i spend on.

how stupid is that?

i've almost forgotten the point of purchasing things, unless they have immediate overwhelming practical value. which limits me to my pushbike, laptop and clothes. which is what i have now, and even then i took ages to decide and had to fight off the buyers remorse.

upshot: money saved? general fitness from riding 30km to and from the shops? no idea.