so my friend Eunice invited me to go to church with her to make pastelitos/empanadas. can you say cruel? i have not eaten for six, yes s.i.x, 6, days and the woman wants me to go make empanadas. juicy, flavorful meat... savory dough.... no respect, que sinverguenza. i went. it wasn't half as bad. this whole experience has taught me a lot about survival and what we as humans really need, or don't need. then Eunice and Vanessa went to Applebee's and I went with them. total trooper me. i had a water with lime and vanessa had bbq wings, Euni had a shrimp salad. before that we went to BJs and they wanted to get cookies. chocolate chip. they didn't but instead went to D&D. coffee and pastries. i, of course, had none. just water. thank you very much.
i had aimed for 3 days originally, then 5, now i'm on 7. maybe i'll make it to 10. but Melba crackers are looking pretty tasty now. my plan is to at least make it thru tomorrow and my GI will be almost pristine clean!! yay me!
p.s. sometime around day 3 or 4 Alainie had a saltine cracker crisis while working third shift at the hospital. she stopped--right after she went to the hospital cafeteria and had scrambled eggs with home fries for breakfast on friday, it seems. :D hilarious.
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A Chinaman of the T’ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security. Tom Stoppard