Hospital stay

I am writing this from the 7th floor of Boston Medical Center. I am undergoing a five-day clinical bedrest trial. It is pretty alright. Movies. Books. Bland food. 800 dollars.

Yussss

Pinto beans (canned)
Dark kidney beans (canned)
Black beans (dried & soaked)
Chick peas (canned)
Diced tomatoes (canned)
Whole tomatoes (canned)
Tomato paste (canned)
Green bell peppers
Hungarian long peppers
Small chili peppers
Corn
Yellow onions
Tempeh (marinated w/Braggs & balsamic vinegar, cubed)
Kale stems, finely chopped
Collard stems, finely chopped
Garlic cloves
Summer squash
Zucchini
Garlic powder
Apple cider vinegar
Chili powder
Cayenne pepper
Nutritional yeast
Salt

A new approach

I have found that whenever I realize that my life going in a direction that I truly am dissatisfied with(which is chronic problem), my typical response is to declare a reaffirmation of purpose(how overblown!) and to announce a new philosophy of living-and-being(how naïve!) as my solution. I am utterly ineffectual when it comes to putting these ideas into practice. Empty words, empty words. Yuck. Right now, I am undergoing the worst financial difficulties I have yet to experience. I am on the edge of being totally screwed. Now would be the time to hunker down, and commit to a regimen of frugality and hard work to get back on my feet. Right?
Wrong. I am throwing common sense and caution to the wind. Time to think outside the bun.
Full speed ahead. See you at my early grave.