I'm not proud - I took advantage of the $1 coupon offer at Boston Market. If you haven't heard of it, the bizarre fake-homemade restaurant chain is trying to capture the recessionista audience with an offer where, for just a dollar and a coupon (which you can get here), you can get three pieces of seriously fried chicken, a wee tub of mashed potatoes, and a slab of cornbread. A dollar, people. I saw the potential to cut my food budget down to nearly 10% of its former self, freeing up valuable cash for alcohol, PS3 games, and sending money to girls on the Internet to talk mean to me, and I took it. I've been eating nothing but Boston Market for the last week and a half. That's ninety pieces of fried chicken, thirty pieces of cornbread, and thirty cups of mashed potatoes. Every three meals, I treat myself to a small Sprite, but I consume no other liquids. The top of my mouth feels very dry and I have intermittent tingling in my arms and legs, but otherwise I feel pretty OK when I'm conscious, which isn't a lot. The offer is only good until November 1st, so if I'm still alive after the weekend, I'll never eat at Boston Market again. Mission accomplished!