So now my fast partner is thinking of not giving up on this fast until Sunday. I know fasting is an individual thing, but I’m still a little bit of a competitive person and I like the idea of sticking this out with someone. I don’t think I’m going to stick this out wih him though. I’m going to end my fast tomorrow, because while I don’t need food, I want it. It’s not like I’m going out right now. What’s the point? I can drink water, or water, and I can watch other people be social and have fun, but when you’re fasting conversation and interaction are, at least for me, kept to a minimum.

The only sucky thing about coming off of this fast is that you are supposed to ease back into eating real food. All I want is a grilled cheese sandwich, extra butter on the white bread, lots of melted cheese pouring forth from over the edges of crust. Okay, now I’ve made myself hungry dammit! Tomorrow I might only be able to eat watermelon and drink orange juice. Yuckity yuck yuck. Still I’m excited about the act of eating.

So, lets talk about other things. Besides fasting. Tomorrow night is a full moon. Those are always fun because the crazy people come out. I can usually tell when it’s going to be a full moon because, like I said, I think the mental hospitals release all of their favorite patients. So tonight, tonight I should try and enjoy the night before the crazy people party. But I don’t really think there’s much I want to do. Last night I was woken up by mice. Thank G-ddess they weren’t in my apartment, where the problem seems to be the cockroaches. At least you can’t hear cockroaches. Mice squeak and make a big fuss when they go through plastic bags.

Enough about mice. Enough about fasting. Enough already.

Enough looks like a funny word though. You know when you write a word too much and then all of a sudden it doesn’t look like a word you recognize…that’s what enough looks like to me..

okay - enough for now.