Monday, you wonderful friend


As I sprawled out over our rocking armchair in the basement, eating cake and drinking coffee for breakfast, and watching some recording of Jason Mraz on Palladia, I thought,


a) I am so glad not to be working nine to five, Monday to Friday anymore.
b) God blesses me immensely.

I got through my horrible vegetable/fruit fast yesterday. I was starving after only three hours of it, and no matter how many veggies I ate, or how much protein they had, it just doesn't fill you like bread or pork chops. I was seeing stars by the time I was reading in my bed that night. And my dad told me at 10:30 that Bill said the meeting for this morning got called off, and that I could eat as much as I want, but I was doing such a good job, and getting so much out of it, that I made it til this morning. I don't know how Arminda did that fast so long, because I'd be dead.