If only I... (episode two)

So for lunch today I had: a coffee (freshly ground Guatemala Antigua sure is delicious), half a Hershey's creamy milk chocolate bar (because everyone knows chocolate and coffee go together like alcoholics and gin in brown paper bags), baby carrots and a dry pint of multicolored sweet baby peppers (who knew peppers came in dry pints?). Now the reason for that preface was not because I wanted you all (I had a whole 5 hits yesterday!) to know how tasty coffee and chocolate are together, or even that a U.S. dry pint is in fact a volume of 1/2 quart or approximately 0.551 liter -- and not to be confused with the U.S. liquid pint which is a volume of 16 ounces or approximately 0.473 liter -- but was actually to let you know how poor I am. Crazy as that may sound it makes perfect sense, because, you see, I really, really wanted a burger. But alas, I'm broke. Not your average 'I have no money to spare' broke, either. Oh no, the broke you are only when you haven't made any money in five months, your savings are exhausted (we all know it's hard work paying the bills), you owe people money and their goons are coming to collect, and your credit card is almost maxed. That's the broke I'm talking about. Now the sad part of this story is that regardless of my financial insolvency, I bought four strip loin steaks today. I couldn't help myself. I love steak, and at $5.79/lb it was a fantastic bargain. If only I wasn't addicted to tender, juicy, succulent steak I might have avoided this tragedy. As it is, I can only hope that the goons won't find my secret lair...