These updates keep getting later and later. Here I am on day 7 writing about Day 6. Before I jump into it, I wanna share some absolutely useless and tangential information. I’m driving into work this morning, listening to the local KISS affiliate (I usually listen to NPR, but I tune out during the give-us-money drives — I do, in fact, give money, so quell that right there), and they play this new song by Nelly Furtado. The chorus was almost something out of Kylie Minogue, to be honest, which made me a bit happy (because my Kylie CD is now here). Nelly’s voice is a bit deeper and throatier in the verses, otherwise I would’ve thought it to be a Kylie release. Bleh, whatever. Useless, I told you.
So the fast. Yesterday was also a fine day. I flushed a bit. Not all of it flushed, but some of it did. No idea what happened to the rest of the saline. I did not, in fact, flush this morning, because again there was this thing I had to do really early. Pretty much, it was the same thing I had to do on Tuesday, except that Tuesday’s journey was unsuccessful. Today’s was a success. Tomorrow is another early day for me, as we’re looking at a drupal demo bright and early at work. This means that I’ll flush this evening instead. That, in turn, means I should be done with my lemonade for several hours before I get home (usually I finish the last bits of it at 4:30pm/16:30 so it’s only 2 hours till “dinner”). That, in turn, means that I’ll be pretty much famished by the time I get home this evening. Heck, going home at 17:30/5:30pm causes me hunger.
I also couldn’t talk about food on the phone with Aimee yesterday, because that made me hungry. Ironically, the smell of food had no effect. In other news, my sister is still going strong, and her fiance has pledged to reboot his fast on Monday. That should take him right to the beginnings of Christmas (2 – 3 days to transition to regular food, post-fast) foods.