Priorities

I'm gonna eat perogis for dinner again
now that I've finished learning some German.
Somehow my stomach is tingling-
Anticipation!!! as I scribble this down
before dinner
pretending to write a poem
while secretly publishing my first book in my mind and signing joyfully
"I wrote it!
Yes I did!
Myself!
I love it!"

How did I end up at the end of this poem
when all I wanted to do was cook some broke perogis in East Vancouver?
It's probably because
I'm willing to spend more on Bentlily
than I am on groceries.