I am poor. When I open my wallet, little flies flutter out. Actually, that's a lie. I don't open my wallet anymore. Because there isn't anything in there.
So, things I've eaten in the past 48 hours: a cheese and mushroom quesadilla (homemade, mostly tortilla), a freeze pop (the kind that come liquid-style in the long plastic thing), rice with chicken broth (three-ish times or so), half a red velvet cupcake (thanks, Lit Arts staff!*), and oh yes, another quesadilla (which, because I had no more mushrooms and approximately three shreds of cheese left, was basically a toasted tortilla). Please notice the absence of fruit, vegetables, or protein.
This kind of PovertyDiet really wipes you out. I had to ride my bike into town twice today, and biking twelve miles on approximately four calories is unbelievably tiring.
So tonight , as a prize for getting through my shift at Stupid Restaurant, I splurged and spent Two Whole Dollars on ginger chicken with broccoli.
It. Was. Glorious.
I got full pretty fast, but kept eating the little bits of broccoli, because who knows when I'll see vegetables again.
Maybe tomorrow I'll go really crazy and buy myself a bunch of bananas. OMG Potassium!!
